Than helping ease another's pain.
|POOR Bobby Coon! His broken leg pained him a great deal, of course.
Broken legs and arms always do pain. They hurt dreadfully when they are
broken, they hurt dreadfully after they are broken, and they hurt while
they are mending. Among the little people of the Green Forest and the
Green Meadows, a broken leg or arm is a great deal worse than it is with
us humans. We know how to fix the break so that Mother Nature may mend
it and make the leg or arm as good as ever. But with the little people
of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows, nothing of this sort is
possible, and very, very often a broken limb means an early death.
You see, such a break will not mend properly, and the little sufferer
becomes a cripple, and cripples cannot long escape their enemies.
So, though he didn't know it at the time, it was a very lucky thing
for Bobby Coon that Farmer Brown's boy discovered that broken leg and
wrapped him up in his coat and took him home. Bobby didn't think it was
lucky. Oh, my, no! Bobby thought it was just the other way about. You
see, he didn't know Farmer Brown's boy, except by sight. He didn't know
of his gentleness and tender heart. All he knew of men and boys was that
most of them seemed to delight in hunting him, in frightening him and
trying to kill him. So all through that strange journey in the arms
of armer Brown's boy, up to Farmer Brown's barn, Bobby was sure,
absolutely sure, that he was being taken somewhere to be killed. He
didn't have a doubt, not the least doubt, of it.
When they reached the barn, Farmer Brown's boy put Bobby down very
gently, but fastened him in the coat so that he couldn't get out. Then
he went to the house and presently returned with some neat strips of
clean white cloth. Then he took out his knife and made very smooth two
thin, flat sticks. When these suited him, he tied Bobby's hind legs
together so that he couldn't kick with them. Then he placed Bobby on his
side on a board and with a broad strip of cloth bound him to it in such
a way that Bobby couldn't move. All the time he talked to Bobby in the
gentlest of voices and did his best not to hurt him.
But Bobby couldn't understand, and to be wholly helpless, not to be able
to kick or scratch or bite, was the most dreadful feeling he ever had
known. He was sure that something worse was about to happen. You see,
he didn't know anything about doctors, and so of course he couldn't know
that Farmer Brown's boy was playing doctor. Very, very gently Farmer
Brown's boy felt of the broken leg. He brought the broken parts
together, and when he was sure that they just fitted, he bound them in
place on one of the thin, smooth, flat sticks with one of the strips
of clean white cloth. Then he put the other smooth flat stick above the
break and wound the whole about with strips of cloth so tightly that
there was no chance for those two sticks to slip. That was so that the
two parts of the broken bone in the leg would be held just where they
belonged until they could grow together. When it was done to suit him,
he covered the outside with something very, very bitter and bad tasting.
This was to keep Bobby from trying to tear off the cloth with his teeth.
You see, he knew that if that leg was to become as good as ever it was,
it must stay just as he had bound it until Old Mother Nature could heal
it.
So Farmer Brown's boy played doctor, and a very gentle and kindly doctor
he was, for his heart was full of pity for poor Bobby Coon.