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John N. Edwards; Biography, Memoirs, Reminiscences and Recollections His Brilliant Career as Soldier, Author, and Journalist Choice Collection of His ... Some Unpublished Poems and Many Private Le

John N. Edwards; Biography, Memoirs, Reminiscences and Recollections His Brilliant Career as Soldier, Author, and Journalist Choice Collection of His ... Some Unpublished Poems and Many Private Le

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... lessly where it touched, Dr. Wood was coming from St. Louis to Liberty Landing on a crowded emigrant steamer. The steerage swarmed with poor folks, men, women and children. Piercing as the neigh of a frightened horse the cry arose that the White Specter--which leaves the faces of all those whom it has undone so pinched and pallid and wan--was aboard the boat, doing the same old inevitable work that it had been doing from its home on the Ganges to the Pacific Ocean. Dr. Wood was just then in the very strength and flower of his young manhood. Life was so fair, so fair before him. Perfect physical health and perfect physical manhood made all nature delicious, and all the world adorable. Every road which ran to the future had upon it growing grasses and blooming flowers, and singing birds in all the branches of the trees. Death was below him in its most appalling character. He went below. For nearly a week so far from going to bed he never even took off his clothes. He did the work of a dozen men. His frame, which up to that time had been colossal, now suddenly came to be iron. Hir nature took upon itself attributes even unknown to their possessor. He was physician, nurse, undertaker, consoler, confessor, musician--but, whatever he was, he staid. We said musician--yes, musician. Well knowing the power of imagination over the human mind in all epidemics, even in those not so virulent as a cholera epidemic, Dr. Wood took his medicine case in one hand and his fiddle in the other. He was an excellent performer then. After seeing and prescribing for all of his patients he would play them a lively tune--something that would make self quit preying upon self, something that would make the heart beat faster, and the icy circulation strive just one more time to get at all the...