CHAPTER XX

HOSPITALITY

I bore this accident with an outward fortitude that was far from the

true state of my feelings. The doctor, seeing the even development of

my body, asked me if I was an athlete. Although I could scarcely claim

to be one, I had been able, without any training, and at any time, to

jump over a height of five feet; had also been a swimmer, and, when

occasion offered, had donned the gloves. Thinking of my present

helplessness caused me many a bitter moment, but I managed to impress

all comers with a false indifference.

What a kind-hearted race of people are these Canadians! Here was I, an

entire stranger among them, and yet every hour people were making

enquiries, and interesting themselves on my behalf, bringing and

sending books, grapes, bananas, and other delicacies for a sick man.

When a second operation was deemed necessary, the leg to be amputated

at the knee, the whole town was concerned, and the doctors had to give

strict injunctions not to admit such a number of kind hearted

visitors. At this time I was so weak of body, that it was hopeless to

expect recovery from this second operation. This was soon made

apparent to me by the doctor's question, as to whether I had any

message to send to my people, hinting that there was a slight

possibility of dying under the chloroform. A minister of the gospel

was also there, and his sympathetic face certainly made the dying seem

probable. Now, I have heard a great deal of dying men having a

foresight of things to be, but, I confess, that I was never more calm

in all my life than at this moment when death seemed so certain. I did

not for one instant believe or expect that these eyes would again open

to the light, after I had been in this low vital condition, deadened

and darkened for over two hours, whilst my body was being cut and sawn

like so much wood or stone. And yet I felt no terror of death. I had

been taken in a sleigh from the station to the hospital, over a mile

or more of snow; and the one thought that worried me most, when I was

supposed to be face to face with death, was whether the town lay

north, south, east or west from the hospital, and this, I believe, was

the last question I asked. After hearing an answer, I drew in the

chloroform in long breaths, thinking to assist the doctors in their

work. In spite of this, I have a faint recollection of struggling with

all my might against its effects, previous to losing consciousness;

but I was greatly surprised on being afterwards told that I had, when

in that condition, used more foul language in ten minutes' delirium

than had probably been used in twenty-four hours by the whole

population of Canada. It was explained to me that such language was

not unusual in cases of this kind, which consoled me not a little, but

I could not help wondering if the matron had been present, and if she

had confided in her daughter. The latter was a young girl of sixteen

years, or thereabouts, and was so womanly and considerate that her

mother could very well leave her in charge of the patients for the

whole day, although this had not been necessary during my stay.

For three days after this operation I hovered between life and death,

any breath expected to be my last. But in seven or eight days my

vitality, which must be considered wonderful, returned in a small way,

and I was then considered to be well out of danger. It was at this

time that the kindness of these people touched me to the heart. The

hospital was situated at the end of a long road, and all people, after

they had passed the last house, which was some distance away, were

then known to be visitors to the matron or one of her patients. On the

verandah outside sat the matron's dog, and, long before people were

close at hand, he barked, and so prepared us for their coming. When it

was known that I was convalescent, this dog was kept so busy barking

that his sharp clear voice became hoarse with the exertion. They came

single, they came in twos and threes; old people, young people and

children; until it became necessary to give them a more formal

reception, limiting each person or couple, as it might be, to a few

minutes' conversation. On hearing that I was fond of reading, books

were at once brought by their owners, or sent by others; some of which

I had not the courage to read nor the heart to return; judging them

wrongly perhaps by their titles of this character:--"Freddie's

Friend," "Little Billie's Button," and "Sally's Sacrifice." With such

good attendance within, and so much kindness from without, what wonder

that I was now fit to return to England, five weeks after the

accident, after having undergone two serious operations! My new

friends in that distant land would persuade me to remain, assuring me

of a comfortable living, but I decided to return to England as soon as

possible, little knowing what my experience would be in the years

following.

When the morning came for my departure, the matron, in a motherly way,

put her two hands on my shoulders and kissed me, her eyes being full

of tears. This, coming from a person whose business was to show no

emotion, doing which would make her unfit for her position, made me

forget the short laugh and the cold hand shake for which my mind had

prepared itself, and I felt my voice gone, and my throat in the

clutches of something new to my experience. I left without having the

voice to say good-bye. On my way I had to wish good-bye to every one

I met, and when, at last, this ordeal was over, and I was in the train

on my way back to Montreal, I felt that I was not yet strong enough to

travel; my courage forsook me, and I sat pale and despondent, for I

never expected to meet these people again, and they were true friends.

Soon I reached Montreal. Only two months had elapsed, and what a

difference now! Two months ago, and it was winter, snow was on the

earth, and the air was cold; but I was then full limbed, full of

vitality and good spirits, for summer like prospects golden and

glorious possessed me night and day. It was summer now, the earth was

dry and green, and the air warm, but winter was within me; for I felt

crushed and staggered on crutches to the danger of myself and the

people on my way. I soon got over this unpleasant feeling, roused by

the merry-makers aboard ship, the loudest and most persistent, strange

to say, being a one-legged man, who defied all Neptune's attempts to

make him walk unsteady. Seeing this man so merry, I knew that my

sensitiveness would soon wear off; and, seeing him so active was a

great encouragement. I was soon home again, having been away less than

four months; but all the wildness had been taken out of me, and my

adventures after this were not of my own seeking, but the result of

circumstances.

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