ld Doctor Bolus was an old fashioned Doctor, and every morning started out with his cane, to visit his patients, sometimes taking with him his student, a man who had taken to studying medicine at thirty years
old, in the hope of being the successor of Doctor Bolus.
We will follow the Doctor’s rounds for one morning. First he called at the Squire’s, whose father was sick. The Doctor examined his tongue, felt his pulse, and mixed a white powder and a gray powder, giving directions for him to take a little every two hours. Then, after talking
over the state of the crops with the Squire, he went on to his next patient, old black John, the colored man. John was very poor, but a good Quaker had relieved his wants and the Doctor gave him a dose of calomel, telling him he would soon be at work again.
The Doctor’s next call was to see little Kitty Green, the merchant’s
daughter; Kitty had meddled with a sharp knife, and cut her finger pretty severely; if she had been a poor man’s daughter it would have got well without the doctor, but rich people can afford to call the doctor for little things, so Doctor Bolus applied some salve to Kitty’s finger, and she was soon playing again.
The next patient was Mrs. Droley, who always imagined she was sick, and had been one of the Doctor’s