My life : a record of events and opinions - Wallace-online.org

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76 MY LIFElike Wales, where, from a few elevated points, largetracts could be distinctly seen spread out below, andany difference from the old map be easily detected.I liked this kind of work very much, as I havealways been partial to a certain amount of solitude,and am especially fond of rambling over a countrynew to me.New Radnor, though formerly a town of someimportance, was then, and I believe is still, a merevillage, and a poor one, Presteign being the countytown. It is situated on the southern border of RadnorForest, a tract of bare mountains about twenty squaremiles in extent, the highest point being a little overtwo thousand feet above the sea. Over a good dealof this country I wandered for about a week, andenjoyed my work very much.Early the next year, I think about February, mybrother and I went to do some surveying at Rhaidr-Gwy (now commonly called Rhayader), a small townin Radnorshire on the Upper Wye, and only fifteenmiles from its source in the Plynlymmon range. Ayoung man from Carmarthenshire came to us here tolearn surveying, and to him I probably owe my life.One day, I think on a Sunday afternoon, we werewalking together up a rocky and boggy valley whichextended some miles to the west of the town. Aswe were strolling along, picking our way among therocks and bog, I inadvertently stepped upon one ofthose small bog eyeholes which abound in suchplaces, and are very dangerous, being often deepenough to swallow up a man, or even a horse. Oneleg went in suddenly up to the hip, and I fell down,but fortunately with my other leg stretched out uponthe surface.I was, however, in such a position that Icould not rise, and had I been alone my efforts to

;RADNORSHIRE-j-;extricate myself might easily have drawn my wholebody into the bog, as I could feel no bottom to it.But my companion easily pulled me out, and wewalked home, and thought little of it. It had, however,been a hard frost for some time, and the mudwas ice-cold, and after a few days I developed a badcough with loss of appetite and weakness. The localdoctor was a friend of ours, and he gave me somemedicine, but it did no good, and I got worse andworse, with no special pain, but with a disgust of food,and for more than a week I ate nothing but perhapsa small biscuit each day soaked in tea without milk,though always before and since I greatly disliked teawithout milk. At length the doctor became frightened,and told my brother that he could do nothing for me,and that he could not be answerable for my life.Headded that he knew but one man who could save me,a former teacher of his, Dr. Ramage, who was the onlyman who could cure serious lung disease, though hewas considered a quack by his fellow-practitioners.As I got no better, a few days later we started forLondon, I think sleeping at Birmingham on the way.On going to Dr. Ramage, who tested my lungs, etc.,he told my brother that he was just in time, for thatin a week more he could probably not have savedme, as I had an extensive abscess of the lungs. Histreatment was very simple but most effective, andwas the forerunner of that rational treatment bywhich it is now known that most lung diseases arecurable. He ordered me to go home to Hoddesdonimmediately, to apply half a dozen leeches to mychest at a place he marked with ink, and to take abitter medicine he prescribed to give me an appetitebut these were only preliminaries. The essentialthing was the use of a small bone breathing-tube,

;RADNORSHIRE-j-;extricate myself might easily have drawn my wholebody into the bog, as I could feel no bottom to it.But my companion easily pulled me out, <strong>and</strong> wewalked home, <strong>and</strong> thought little <strong>of</strong> it. It had, however,been a hard frost for some time, <strong>and</strong> the mudwas ice-cold, <strong>and</strong> after a few days I developed a badcough with loss <strong>of</strong> appetite <strong>and</strong> weakness. The localdoctor was a friend <strong>of</strong> ours, <strong>and</strong> he gave me somemedicine, but it did no good, <strong>and</strong> I got worse <strong>and</strong>worse, with no special pain, but with a disgust <strong>of</strong> food,<strong>and</strong> for more than a week I ate nothing but perhapsa small biscuit each day soaked in tea without milk,though always before <strong>and</strong> since I greatly disliked teawithout milk. At length the doctor became frightened,<strong>and</strong> told my brother that he could do nothing for me,<strong>and</strong> that he could not be answerable for my <strong>life</strong>.Headded that he knew but one man who could save me,a former teacher <strong>of</strong> his, Dr. Ramage, who was the onlyman who could cure serious lung disease, though hewas considered a quack by his fellow-practitioners.As I got no better, a few days later we started forLondon, I think sleeping at Birmingham on the way.On going to Dr. Ramage, who tested my lungs, etc.,he told my brother that he was just in time, for thatin a week more he could probably not have savedme, as I had an extensive abscess <strong>of</strong> the lungs. Histreatment was very simple but most effective, <strong>and</strong>was the forerunner <strong>of</strong> that rational treatment bywhich it is now known that most lung diseases arecurable. He ordered me to go home to Hoddesdonimmediately, to apply half a dozen leeches to mychest at a place he marked with ink, <strong>and</strong> to take abitter medicine he prescribed to give me an appetitebut these were only preliminaries. The essentialthing was the use <strong>of</strong> a small bone breathing-tube,

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