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Title: A Doctor of the Old School, Complete
Author: Ian Maclaren
Release Date: November 1, 2006 [EBook #9320]
Language: English
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A DOCTOR OF THE OLD SCHOOL
by Ian Maclaren
CONTENTS:
A GENERAL PRACTITIONER
THROUGH THE FLOOD
A FIGHT WITH DEATH
THE DOCTOR'S LAST JOURNEY
THE MOURNING OF THE GLEN
ILLUSTRATIONS:
Dr. MacLure
Sandy Stewart "Napped" Stones
The Gudewife is Keepin' up a Ding-Dong
His House--little more than a cottage
Whirling Past in a Cloud of Dust
Will He Never Come?
The Verra Look o' Him wes Victory
Weeping by Her Man's Bedside
For Such Risks of Life, Men Get the Victoria Cross in Other Fields
Hopps' Laddie Ate Grosarts
There werna Mair than Four at Nicht
A' doot Yir Gaein' tae Lose Her, Tammas
The Bonniest, Snoddest, Kindliest Lass in the Glen
The Winter Night was Falling Fast
Comin' tae Meet Me in the Gloamin'
It's oot o' the Question, Jess, sae Hurry up
It's a Fell Chairge for a Short Day's Work
The East had Come to Meet the West
MacLure Explained that it would be an Eventful Journey
They Passed through the Shallow Water without Mishap
A Heap of Speechless Misery by the Kitchen Fire
Ma ain Dear Man
I'm Proud to have Met You
Gave Way Utterly
Fillin' His Lungs for Five and Thirty Year wi' Strong Drumtochty Air
Bell Leant Over the Bed
A Large Tub
The Lighted Window in Saunder's Cottage
A Clenched Fist Resting on the Bed
The Doctor was Attempting the Highland
Fling
Sleepin' on the Top o' Her Bed
A' Prayed Last Nicht
I've a Cold in My Head To-night
Jess Bolted without Delay
Comin' in Frae Glen Urtach
Drumsheugh was Full of Tact
Told Drumsheugh that the Doctor was not Able to Rise
With the Old Warm Grip
Drumsheugh Looked Wistfully
Wud Gie Her a Bite o' Grass
Ma Mither's Bible
It's a Coorse Nicht, Jess
She's Carryin' a Licht in Her Hand
The Tochty Ran with Black, Swollen Stream
Toiled Across the G
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