The Country Doctor eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The Country Doctor.

The Country Doctor eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The Country Doctor.

“Well, they drove me away from the inn at last; a dog was the cause of it all.  I had neither father nor mother nor friends.  I had met with no one, ever since I was born, whose eyes had any kindness in them for me.  Morin, the old woman who had brought me up, was dead.  She had been very good to me, but I cannot remember that she ever petted me much; besides, she worked out in the fields like a man, poor thing; and if she fondled me at times, she also used to rap my fingers with the spoon if I ate the soup too fast out of the porringer we had between us.  Poor old woman, never a day passes but I remember her in my prayers!  If it might please God to let her live a happier life up there than she did here below!  And, above all things, if she might only lie a little softer there, for she was always grumbling about the pallet-bed that we both used to sleep upon.  You could not possibly imagine how it hurts one’s soul to be repulsed by every one, to receive nothing but hard words and looks that cut you to the heart, just as if they were so many stabs of a knife.  I have known poor old people who were so used to these things that they did not mind them a bit, but I was not born for that sort of life.  A ‘No’ always made me cry.  Every evening I came back again more unhappy than ever, and only felt comforted when I had said my prayers.  In all God’s world, in fact, there was not a soul to care for me, no one to whom I could pour out my heart.  My only friend was the blue sky.  I have always been happy when there was a cloudless sky above my head.  I used to lie and watch the weather from some nook among the crags when the wind had swept the clouds away.  At such times I used to dream that I was a great lady.  I used to gaze into the sky till I felt myself bathed in the blue; I lived up there in thought, rising higher and higher yet, till my troubles weighed on me no more, and there was nothing but gladness left.

“But to return to my ‘love affairs.’  I must tell you that the innkeeper’s spaniel had a dear little puppy, just as sensible as a human being; he was quite white, with black spots on his paws, a cherub of a puppy!  I can see him yet.  Poor little fellow, he was the only creature who ever gave me a friendly look in those days; I kept all my tidbits for him.  He knew me, and came to look for me every evening.  How he used to spring up at me!  And he would bite my feet, he was not ashamed of my poverty; there was something so grateful and so kind in his eyes that it brought tears into mine to see it.  ’That is the one living creature that really cares for me!’ I used to say.  He slept at my feet that winter.  It hurt me so much to see him beaten, that I broke him of the habit of going into houses, to steal bones, and he was quite contented with my crusts.  When I was unhappy, he used to come and stand in front of me, and look into my eyes; it was just as if he said, ‘So you are sad, my poor Fosseuse?’

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