The Princess Of Montserrat A Strange Narrative Of Adventure And Peril On Land And Sea

Author : William Drysdale
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230133898
Total Pages : 52 pages
Book Rating : 4.1/5 (338 download)

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Download or read book The Princess of Montserrat; a Strange Narrative of Adventure and Peril on Land and Sea written by William Drysdale and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 52 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ...man working at my arm and giving me a great deal of pain, and then doing it up with splints and bandages. I remember their giving me a few drops more of brandy, and afterward a draught of something very bitter, in which I recognized the taste of laudanum. The next morning, sore and aching, and with a violent headache, I had my senses about me. When I awoke I tried to step out of bed as usual, but could not; every movement gave me acute pain. One or two twitches of it brought me the recollection of what had happened the night before. Turning my head slightly, I saw Joe sitting by the side of the bed. "Help me up, Joe," I told him. "It pains me to move." "It would pain you more yet, if you were to try to get up," he replied. "The doctor says you must stay in bed for a few days, and then spend about six weeks nursing your broken arm." "The doctor?" "The deaf man--the man that owns this house. He's as good as a doctor." I had forgotten that my arm was broken. But here was a forcible reminder of it, in the splints and bandages. "But you're not to talk," Joe suddenly remembered; "and I am not to say a word to you. The doctor says if you talk to-day, you will have a fever. Yon are first to lie quiet and sleep, and to-morrow he will tell you everything you want to know. But not a word to-day." "Just tell me this, Joe--is this island far away from Montserrat?" "More than a hundred miles," Joe replied. That was all that he would say to me, though I tried to get more information from him. Several times the deaf man came in to see me, and felt my pnlse; but his deafness was an excuse for not talking to me, and I could not get a word out of him. Besides my left arm being in splints, my right hand was done up in bandages that smelled of liniment, on...