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； and one night it brought alarm to the whole household。 Elizabeth Brower was up early in the morning and called Uncle Eb； who went away for the doctor as soon as light came。 We ate our breakfast in silence。 Father and mother and Grandma Bisnette spoke only in low tones and somehow the anxiety in their faces went to my heart。 Uncle Eb returned about eight o'clock and said the doctor was coming。 Old Doctor Bigsby was a very great man in that country。 Other physicians called him far and wide for consultation。 I had always regarded him with a kind of awe intensified by the aroma of his drugs and the gleam of his lancet。 Once I had been his patient and then I had trembled at his approach。 when he took my little wrist in his big hand； I remember with what reluctance I stuck out my quivering tongue； black； as I feared with evidences of prevarication。
He was a picture for a painter man as he came that morning erect in his gig。 who could forget the hoary majesty of his head … his 'stovepipe' tilted back； his white locks flying about his ears？ He had a long nose； a smooth…shaven face and a left eye that was a trifle turned。 His thoughts were generally one day behind the calendar。 Today he seemed to be digesting the affairs of yesterday。 He was； therefore； absentminded； to a degree that made no end of gossip。 If he came out one day with shoe…strings flying； in his remorse the next he would forget his collar； if one told him a good joke today； he might not seem to hear it； but tomorrow he would take it up in its turn and shake with laughter。
I remember how； that morning after noting the symptoms of his patient； he sat a little in silent reflection。 He knew that colour in the cheek； that look in the eye … he had seen so much of it。 His legs were crossed and one elbow thrown carelessly over the back of his chair。 We all sat looking at him anxiously。 In a moment he began chewing hard on his quid of tobacco。 Uncle Eb pushed the cuspidor a bit nearer。 The doctor expectorated freely and resumed his attitude of reflection。 The clock ticked loudly； the patient sighed； our anxiety increased。 Uncle Eb spoke to father； in a low tone； whereupon the doctor turned suddenly； with a little grunt of enquiry； and seeing he was not addressed； sank again into thoughtful repose。 I had begun to fear the worst when suddenly the hand of the doctor swept the bald peak of benevolence at the top of his head。 Then a smile began to spread over his face。 It was as if some feather of thought had begun to tickle him。 In a moment his head was nodding with laughter that brought a great sense of relief to all of us。 In a slow； deliberate tone he began to speak：
'I was over t' Rat Tupper's t'other day；' said he； 'Rat was sitting with me in the door yard。 Purty soon a young chap came in； with a scythe； and asked if he might use the grindstun。 He was a new hired man from somewhere near。 He didn't know Rat； an' Rat didn't know him。 So Rat o' course had t' crack one o' his jokes。
'〃May I use yer grindstun？〃 said the young feller。
'〃Dunno；〃 said Rat； 〃I'm only the hired man here。 Go an' ask Mis' Tupper。〃
'The ol' lady had overheard him an' so she says t' the young feller； 〃Yes … ye can use the grindstun。 The hired man out there'll turn it fer ye。〃
'Rat see he was trapped； an' so he went out under the plum tree； where the stun was； an' begun t' turn。 The scythe was dull an' the young feller bore on harder'n wuz reely decent fer a long time。 Rat begun t' git very sober lookin'。
'〃Ain't ye 'bout done；〃 said he。
'〃Putty nigh；〃 said the young feller bearin' down a leetle harder all the time。
'Rat made the stun go faster。 putty soon he asked agin； 〃Ain't ye done yit？〃
'〃putty nigh！〃 says the other feeling o' the edge。
'〃I'm done；〃 said Rat； an' he let go o' the handle。 〃I dunno 'bout the scythe but I'm a good deal sharper'n I wuz。〃
'〃You're the hired man here ain't ye？〃 said the young feller。
'〃No； I ain't；〃 said Rat。 〃'D rather own up t' bein' a liar than turn that stun another minnit。〃
As soon as he was fairly started with this droll narrative the strain of the situation was relieved。 We were all laughing as much at his deliberate way of narration as at the story itself。
Suddenly he turned to Elizabeth Brower and said； very soberly； 'Will you bring me some water in a glass？'
Then he opened his chest of medicine； made some powders and told us how to give them。
'In a few days I would take him into the big woods for a while；' he said。 'See how it agrees with him。'
Then he gathered up his things and mother went with him to the gig。
Humour was one of the specifics of Doctor Bigsby。 He was always a poor man。 He had a way of lumping his bills； at about so much； in settlement and probably never kept books。 A side of pork paid for many a long journey。 He came to his death riding over the hills one bitter day not long after the time of which I write； to reach a patient。
The haying over； we made ready for our trip into the woods。 Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor； who knew the forest； and myself； were to go with Gerald to Blueberry Lake。 We loaded our wagon with provisions one evening and made ready to be off at the break of day。
Chapter 16
I remember how hopefully we started that morning with Elizabeth Brower and Hope waving their handkerchiefs on the porch and David near them whittling。 They had told us what to do and what not to do over and over again。 I sat with Gerald on blankets that were spread over a thick mat of hay。 The morning air was sweet with the odour of new hay and the music of the bobolink。 Uncle Eb and Tip Taylor sang merrily as we rode over the hills。
When we entered the shade of the big forest Uncle Eb got out his rifle and loaded it。 He sat a long time whispering and looking eagerly for game to right and left。 He was still a boy。 One could see evidences of age only in his white hair and beard and wrinkled brow。 He retained the little tufts in front of his ears； and lately had grown a silver crescent of thin and silky hair that circled his throat under a bare clhn。 Young as I was I had no keener relish for a holiday than he。 At noon we halted beside a brook and unhitched our horses。 Then we caught some fish； built a fire and cooked them； and brewed our tea。 At sunset we halted at Tuley Pond； looking along its reedy margin； under purple tamaracks； for deer。 There was a great silence； here in the deep of the woods； and Tip Taylor's axe； while he peeled the bark for our camp； seemed to fill the wilderness with echoes。 It was after dark when the shanty was covered and we lay on its fragrant mow of balsam and hemlock。 The great logs that we had rolled in front of our shanty were set afire and shortly supper was cooking。
Gerald had stood the journey well。 Uncle Eb and he stayed in while Tip and I got our jack ready and went off in quest of a dugout He said Bill Ellsworth had one hid in a thicket on the south side of Tuley。 We found it after an hour's tramp near by。 It needed a little repairing but we soon made it water worthy； and then took our seats； he in the stern； with the paddle； and I in the bow with the gun。 Slowly and silently we clove a way through the star…sown shadows。 It was like the hushed and mystic movement of a dream。 We seemed to be above the deep of heaven； the stars below us。 The shadow of the forest in the still water looked like the wall of some mighty castle with towers and battlements and myriads of windows lighted for a fete。 Once the groan of a nighthawk fell out of the upper air with a sound like that of a stone striking in water。 I thought little of the deer Tip was after。 His only aim in life was the one he got with a gun barrel。 I had forgotten all but the beauty of the scene。 Suddenly Tip roused me by laying his hand to the gunwale and gently shaking the dugout。 In the dark distance； ahead of us； I could hear the faint tinkle of dripping water。 Then I knew a deer was feeding not far away and that the water was falling from his muzzle。 When I opened my jack we were close upon him。 His eyes gleamed。 I shot high above the deer that went splashing ashore before I had pulled my trigger。 After the roar of the gun had got away； in the distant timber； Tip mentioned a place abhorred of all men； turned and paddled for the landing。
'Could 'a killed 'im with a club；' said he snickering。 'Guess he must a looked putty tall didn't he？'
'Why？' I asked。
'Cos ye aimed into the sky；' said hc。 'Mebbe ye thought he was a bird。'
'My hand trembled a little；' said I。
''Minds me of Bill Barber；' he said in a half…whisper； as he worked his paddle； chuckling with amusement。
'How's that？' I asked。
'Nothin' safe but the thing he shoots at；' said he。 'Terrible bad shot。 Kills a cow every time he goes huntin'。'
Uncle Eb was stirring the fire when we came whispering into camp； and Gerald lay asleep under the blankets。
'Willie couldn't hit the broadside of a bam；' said Tip。 'He don't take to it nat'ral。'
'Killin' an' book learnin' don't often go together；' said Uncle Eb。
I turned in by the side of Gerald and Uncle Eb went off with Tip for another trip in the dugout。 The night was chilly but the fire flooded our shanty with its warm glow。 what with the light； and the boughs under us； and the strang