CHAPTER VIII.

There was a very learned (?) young man--a lately fledged M. D.--who,

while spending a few weeks in the town, often sought my master's

company. Among other things he, the young man, talked pompously and

heartlessly of his love for using the knife.

"I just delight in surgery," he affirmed. "When I first went to college

the sight of blood unmanned me, and I was weak enough to shrink from

cutting up even a cat; but I soon cut my eye teeth, and now I don't mind

anything; would like no better practice than to dissect a live human

being."

As Master made no reply and the blood-thirsty young M. D. did not

understand, as I do, a certain ominous silence on the former's part, he

went airily on:

"I intend to make a specialty of scientific research as soon as I've

earned money enough to make it possible. There is very much to be

discovered yet, I am convinced. By the way, I suppose you read all the

reports of our own and German vivisectionists?"

"I confess to skipping some."

Strange the young fool blundered right on into the trap, but then he had

the "big head"--whatever that is; Master says all young doctors have a

spell of it, and that some never fully recover--and thought Master's

silence was induced by a feeling of ignorance and inferiority.

"Well," said he, "you know, of course, that chloroform is not used as

much as formerly in the practice; our modern scientists are using

curare, a drug, you understand, that paralyzes motion while sensibility

is unimpaired. It is a great thing. The creature endures the greatest

amount of suffering possible under the circumstances, and makes a fine

study. I have a few notes here taken from recent reports. I assure you

they are worthy of attention. Vivisection is going to prove a boon to

suffering humanity."

I knew by the tremor along the reins that Master would be unable to

control himself much longer. And then the young man read an extract

taken from a book he called "A Microscopical Study of Changes," that

told of the torture of a number of kittens. Some were starved eleven

hours and from that on up to seventeen. They were then made mute and

motionless by means of this drug, curare, but were acutely conscious.

After this stimulation was continued for five hours. In another case the

sciatic nerve in various creatures was stimulated with electricity from

one-half to seven hours. There was a good deal more telling of the work

along this line in various noted universities and medical schools.

Speaking of instances where the sciatic nerves of cats are divided and

the spinal cord experimented upon in rabbits, it told of their wild

shrieks of agony. In dogs the thyroid glands were removed and their

consequent sufferings described. A noted Eastern scientist excites

inflammation in the eyes of small animals by passing a thread through

the corner and applying croton oil, hot irons and the like. Another

professor "hobbled" over 140 dogs, and then dashed them from a height of

twenty-four feet upon bars and ridges of iron. And so he went on telling

of cutting up live animals, even of a horse that was vivisected. At last

he was describing, with evident relish, the sufferings of a dog that

some New York professor had twisted all out of shape and fastened in a

plaster of Paris cast for several weeks, the creature's sufferings being

so great that it scarcely took any food at all, when Master burst forth.

Well, I can never begin to tell what he said; his words were like

thunderbolts, and the very atmosphere was blue with the lightnings of

his righteous wrath. Out of it all I learned that he considered

vivisection (cutting up live animals) not only unnecessary to the

interests of humanity and science, but a most criminal proceeding. He

denounced the vivisection professors as bloodthirsty scoundrels, who,

under the pretense of making scientific research, are merely satisfying

a bloodthirsty curiosity of their own. He said such men are never public

benefactors, that, in truth, they care nothing about alleviating human

ills or prolonging life. It is a mania with them to cut, cut, cut,

torture, torture, torture. He further said that something must be done

to stop vivisection in our common schools and colleges; that ordinary

pupils have no need for even lessons in dissecting dead bodies.[A]

Physiology, he said, can be taught all that is needful without recourse

to hardening, brutalizing experiments. For his part, when his hour of

suffering comes, he said he wanted a physician with a heart as well as

head, and he would sooner that a boy or girl, dear to him, would grow up

unable to read or write than to be a scholar without feeling and

humanity. His conclusion was something like this: "And now, my young

friend, pardon me if I have spoken hotly, but I feel deeply on these

matters. You, with thousands of other youths, are more sinned against

than sinning. You admit that you were tender-hearted when you went away

from home influences, and seem ashamed of it. Crush that feeling, my

boy; the manly man is always tender-hearted; in other words, God-like.

Pity and tenderness are God's own attributes. Further, you will never be

a truly successful physician unless your touch is tender as well as

firm, unless your heart is as full of sympathy as your head of wisdom. I

do not say that there may not be some experiment necessary in medical

schools, but none where entire insensibility is not induced. I know what

I am talking about, and thousands of our older and better physicians at

home and abroad bear me out in this statement."

I guess the young M. D. was glad that Master reined up, at this

juncture, before a pretty white cottage; anyway, I noticed that he

neither resumed the conversation nor attempted to patronize Master

during the remainder of the drive.

FOOTNOTES:

[A] It is exceedingly to be regretted that vivisection is creeping into

our common schools and lower institutions of learning. Nothing can be

more useless and harmful, and it behooves patrons and school officers to

be on the alert. We have enough of bloodshed and anarchy menacing our

commonwealth without training our youth to disregard the rights of the

helpless and inure them to the shedding of innocent blood.

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