res, and supplied
with water-troughs, so that the men have a comfortable place in which to
wash themselves on coming "to grass," and find their clothes thoroughly
dried when they return in the morning to put them on before going
underground. This renders them less liable to catch cold, but of course
does not protect them from the evil influences of climbing the ladders,
and of bad air. Few men have to undergo such severe toil as the Cornish
miner, because of the extreme hardness of the rock with which he has to
deal. To be bathed in perspiration, and engaged in almost unremitting
and violent muscular exertion during at least eight hours of each day,
may be said to be his normal condition.
Oliver advised this man to give up underground work for some time, and,
having prescribed for him and spoken encouragingly to his wife, left the
cottage to continue his rounds.
Several cases, more or less similar to the above, followed each other in
succession; also one or two cases of slight illness among the children,
which caused more alarm to the anxious mothers than there was any
occasion for. These latter were quickly but good-naturedly disposed of,
and the young doctor generally left a good impression behind him, for he
had a hearty, though prompt, manner and a sympathetic spirit.
At one cottage he found a young man in the last stage of consumption.
He lay on his lowly bed pale and restless--almost wishing for death to
relieve him of his pains. His young wife sat by his bedside wiping the
perspiration from his brow, while a ruddy-cheeked little boy romped
about the room unnoticed--ignorant that the hour was drawing near which
would render him fatherless, and his young mother a widow.
This young man had been a daring, high-spirited fellow, whose animal
spirits led him into many a reckless deed. His complaint had been
brought on by racing up the ladders--a blood-vessel had given way, and
he had never rallied after. Just as Oliver was leaving him a Wesleyan
minister entered the dwelling.
"He won't be long with us, doctor, I fear," he said in passing.
"Not long, sir," replied Oliver.
"His release will be a happy one," said the minister, "for his soul
rests on Jesus; but, alas! for his young wife and child."
He passed into the sickroom, and the doctor went on.
The next case was also a bad one, though different from the preceding.
The patient was between forty and fifty years of age, and had been
unable to go
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