A Novel Situation - The Elderly Individual - The Surgeon - AKind Offer - Chimerical Ideas - Strange Dream.
HOW long I remained senseless I cannot say, for a considerable time, I believe; at length, opening my eyes, Ifound myself lying on a bed in a middle-sized chamber, lighted by a candle, which stood on a table - an elderly man stood near me, and a yet more elderly female was holding a phial of very pungent salts to my olfactory organ.Iattempted to move, but felt very stiff - my right arm appeared nearly paralysed, and there was a strange dull sensation in my head."You had better remain still, young man," said the elderly individual, "the surgeon will be here presently; I have sent a message for him to the neighbouring village." "Where am I?" said I, "and what has happened?""You are in my house," said the old man, "and you have been flung from a horse.I am sorry to say that I was the cause.
As I was driving home, the lights in my gig frightened the animal." "Where is the horse?" said I."Below, in my stable," said the elderly individual."I saw you fall, but knowing that on account of my age I could be of little use to you, I instantly hurried home, the accident did not occur more than a furlong off, and procuring the assistance of my lad, and two or three neighbouring cottagers, I returned to the spot where you were lying senseless.We raised you up, and brought you here.My lad then went in quest of the horse, who had run away as we drew nigh.When we saw him first he was standing near you; he caught him with some difficulty, and brought him home.What are you about?" said the old man, as I strove to get off the bed."I want to see the horse," said I."I entreat you to be still," said the old man; "the horse is safe, I assure you." "I am thinking about his knees," said I."Instead of thinking about your horse's knees," said the old man, "be thankful that you have not broke your own neck." "You do not talk wisely," said I;"when a man's neck is broke, he is provided for; but when his horse's knees are broke, he is a lost jockey, that is, if he has nothing but his horse to depend upon.A pretty figure Ishould cut at Horncastle, mounted on a horse blood-raw at the knees." "Oh, you are going to Horncastle," said the old man, seriously, "then I can sympathize with you in your anxiety about your horse, being a Lincolnshire man, and the son of one who bred horses.I will myself go down into the stable, and examine into the condition of your horse, so pray remain quiet till I return; it would certainly be a terrible thing to appear at Horncastle on a broken-kneed horse."He left the room and returned in about ten minutes, followed by another person."Your horse is safe," said he, "and his knees are unblemished; not a hair ruffled.He is a fine animal, and will do credit to Horncastle; but here is the surgeon come to examine into your own condition." The surgeon was a man about thirty-five, thin, and rather tall;his face was long and pale, and his hair, which was light, was carefully combed back as much as possible from his forehead.He was dressed very neatly, and spoke in a very precise tone."Allow me to feel your pulse, friend?" said he, taking me by the right wrist.I uttered a cry, for at the motion which he caused a thrill of agony darted through my arm."I hope your arm is not broke, my friend," said the surgeon, "allow me to see; first of all, we must divest you of this cumbrous frock."The frock was removed with some difficulty, and then the upper vestments of my frame, with more difficulty still.The surgeon felt my arm, moving it up and down, causing me unspeakable pain."There is no fracture," said he, at last, "but a contusion - a violent contusion.I am told you were going to Horncastle; I am afraid you will be hardly able to ride your horse thither in time to dispose of him; however, we shall see - your arm must be bandaged, friend; after which I shall bleed you, and administer a composing draught."To be short, the surgeon did as he proposed, and when he had administered the composing draught, he said, "Be of good cheer; I should not be surprised if you are yet in time for Horncastle." He then departed with the master of the house, and the woman, leaving me to my repose.I soon began to feel drowsy, and was just composing myself to slumber, lying on my back, as the surgeon had advised me, when I heard steps ascending the stairs, and in a moment more the surgeon entered again, followed by the master of the house."I hope I don't disturb you," said the former; "my reason for returning is to relieve your mind from any anxiety with respect to your horse.I am by no means sure that you will be able, owing to your accident, to reach Horncastle in time:
