；　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。
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  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