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Adventures of Working Men. From the Notebook of a Working Surgeon

I have had patients enough in a busy life as a working surgeon, you may be sure, but of all that I have had, young or old, give me your genuine, simple-hearted working man; for whether he be down with an ordinary sickness or an extraordinary accident, he is always the same--en...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER ONE.

I have had patients enough in a busy life as a working surgeon, you may be sure, but of all that I have had, young or old, give me your genuine, simple-hearted working man; for...

2. CHAPTER TWO.

I would not wish for a better specimen of faith and confidence than was shown by one of my patients, Edward Brown, a stoker, with whose little narrative I will commence my sketc...

3. CHAPTER THREE.

"It's no more than I expected, doctor," said my patient, Goodsell, a stern, hard-featured, grey-haired man, with keen, yet good-natured eyes; and he shifted his head a little on...

4. did. Stage after stage was forced up, and ladder after ladder sunk down

as we got higher, and never did I feel such a relief as when we stood in the chamber cut out of the chalk, where we could look up and see the little ring of daylight far above u...

5. CHAPTER FOUR.

I had a very singular case, one day, being called in to attend, in a busy part of London, upon a curious-looking man who lay in bed suffering from the effects of bad gas. He was...

6. CHAPTER FIVE.

There's a very terrible disease upon which a great deal has been written, but not a great deal done. In fact, it is difficult to deal with special diseases brought on by the toi...

7. CHAPTER SIX.

Plenty of you know Sheffield by name; but I think those who know it by nature are few and far between. If you tried to give me your impressions of the place, you would most like...

8. CHAPTER SEVEN.

I had just such a man as my Sheffield grinder to tend once for a broken leg. Samuel Harris was his name, and a very bad fracture I had to deal with.

9. CHAPTER EIGHT.

I wish I could put Solomon Gann before you in the flesh; for a finer broad-shouldered specimen of humanity I never saw. He was gruff, bluff, swarthy; and rugged as his face was,...

10. CHAPTER NINE.

"Thank God!" he said, fervently. "I'd sooner have lost my own life than she should have suffered. You see, sir, I get blaming myself for taking her; but she said she would so li...

11. CHAPTER TEN.

My residence in Sheffield made me pretty well acquainted with the Yorkshire character, bluff, rough, frank, and hospitable. The first impressions of Yorkshire are perhaps not pl...

12. CHAPTER ELEVEN.

"Can't say, I'm sure, sir. Been used to bilers all my life; but working 'em's different to making 'em. There's something wrong, as you say, or they wouldn't always be a-bustin'....

13. CHAPTER TWELVE.

Captain Greening as he was called was a curious old patient of mine whom I had to attend pretty regularly when I lived at Basingstoke. His title of captain was derived from the...

14. CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

I had a very pleasant visit once to Cornwall where a resident practitioner who was an old friend asked me to come down and take his practice for a couple of months.

15. CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

I dreamed about that cave night after night, and it was a long time before I could get its weird echoes out of my mind. I had only to go down to the shore and listen to the wash...

16. CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

My acquaintance with the engine-driver led on to one with a very broad porter. He was about the stoutest and tightest looking man I ever saw to be active, and active he really w...

17. CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

He was too healthy and active a man to be ill long, and he rapidly improved, and in the course of my attendance I used to smile to myself and wonder whether Darwin was not right...

18. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

"I don't grudge a man a glass of beer or anything of the sort," I said to a patient of mine whom I was attending, and who it was said look more than was good for him; "beer is v...

19. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

"Don't you find it very dreary at night upon the river?" I said to one of my regular patients--a river policeman--who preferred my services to those of the divisional surgeon fo...

20. CHAPTER NINETEEN.

Talking of penal settlements naturally suggests settlements that are not penal, where our most enterprising unsuccessful men go to seek the home and prosperity that they have no...

21. CHAPTER TWENTY.

A friend of Samson Harris, whom I met at the old settler's house, gave me the following account of his experience in Australia. He had been a neighbour of the old settler, had p...

22. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

"To tell you the truth, doctor," said a grey old patient of mine, "I don't think I was ever fit to be a prison warder: I'm too soft. All the same, though, I've been at it for tw...

23. CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.

"Why, how can you expect to be free from a few pains, old fellow?" I said to a regular ancient sea-dog, whom I used to attend. "Here you've been knocking about all over the worl...

24. CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

I finish the transcription of my notes with something of regret, for the task has taken me back through many pleasant chapters of my own life, and to days when I too had my adve...