Just as you decide to put the drugs away and empty the bottles out so they won't freeze during the winter, one of the boys comes into the hospital to have a cut dressed. "How on the face of the earth did you do that? And on the last day, too. Pity you could not remember to cut yourself during office hours." His excuse is that he found his pocket knife that he thought he had lost, in his other pants. Was so glad to see it that he just opened it to see if it would cut. It did.
We wash the wound, tie it up and shoo him out. Are we ever going to get away?
We had always divided the season into three periods, calling them as they affected us, Mad, Glad and Sad.
Mad the first part, until everything got into working order. Glad the second part, because things were going along all right, and Sad the last part, because we hated to leave.
But to-day we have reversed it, and the Sad is first; the Mad is last.
As I said a little while ago, my advice up to a certain point is to take it easy, but in order to do so you had better carefully follow this recipe:
Take one horse, one wagon, one set of harness and one whip. You can, if you wish, separate them, or, if you have room, leave them together. Watch your opportunity and hide them deep in the woods, where they can keep cool and quiet. When you are ready to use them step very carefully up to the horse, grasp the bridle and, jumping into the wagon, with the whip in your hand, drive off.
You might invite one or two of your friends to go along, but be sure to leave a seat for yourself.
We have often heard of people sprinting for a wager, and we have been an eye-witness of people who sprinted for a train, because they stayed back too long. Therefore, by following the above famous recipe, you will find it digestible and not hard to prepare.