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A Doctor of the Old School

1895

form: novella
location published: London, United Kingdom

orginal authors:
John Watson (Ian Maclaren)  1850 - 1907 

translators:
R. H. Jones   
Louis-Edouard Coulin  1869 - 1948 
W. van Nes   

publishers:
Hodder & Stoughton  founded in: 1868 closure in: 1919

texts:
Preface [A Doctor of the Old School]   Preface  (p. 7 - 9) 
A Doctor of the Old School [Book]   Novel  (p. 13 - 209) 

illustrations:
Dr. Mac Lure [Frontispiece]  p. Front 
Sandy Stewart “Napped” Stones  p. 15 
The Gudewife is Keeping’ Up a Ding-dong  p. 21 
His House—little more than a cottage  p. 23 
Whirling Past in a Cloud of Dust  p. 26 
Will He Never Come?  p. 28 
The Verra Look o’Him wes Victory  p. 31 
Weeping by Her Man’s Bedside  p. 33 
For such Risks of Life, Men Get the Victoria Cross in Other Fields  p. 35 
Hopps’ Laddie Ate Grosarts  p. 41 
There werna Mair than Four at Nicht  p. 47 
A’ doot Yir Gaein’ tae Lose Her, Tammas  p. 53 
The Bonniest, Shoddest, Kindliest Lass in the Glen  p. 57 
The Winter Night was Falling Fast  p. 59 
Comin’ tae Meet Me in the Gloaming  p. 60 
It’s oot o’ the Question, Jess, sae Hurry up  p. 65 
It’s a Fell Chairge for a Short Day’s Work  p. 68 
The East had Come to Meet the West  p. 71 
MacLure Explained that it would be an Eventful Journey  p. 75 
They Passed through the Shallow Water without Mishap  p. 77 
A Heap of Speechless Misery by the Kitchen Fire  p. 81 
Ma ain Dear Man  p. 85 
I’m Proud to have Met You  p. 89 
Gave Way Utterly  p. 97 
Fillin’ His Lungs for Five and Thirty Year wi’ Strong Drumtochty Air  p. 100 
Bell Leant Over the Bed  p. 103 
A Large Tub  p. 107 
The Lighted Window in Saunder’s Cottage  p. 110 
A Clenched Fist Resting on the Bed  p. 113 
The Doctor was Attempting the Highland Fling  p. 117 
Sleepin’ on the Top o’ Her Bed  p. 119 
A’ Prayed Last Nicht  p. 121 
I’ve a Cold in My Head To-night  p. 123 
Jess Bolted without Delay  p. 128 
Comin’ in Frae Glen Urtach  p. 135 
Drumsheugh was Full of Tact  p. 138 
Told Drumsheugh that the Doctor was not Able to Rise  p. 141 
With the Old Warm Grip  p. 145 
Drumsheugh Looked Wistfully  p. 149 
Wud Gie Her a Bite o’ Grass  p. 154 
Ma Mither’s Bible  p. 156 
It’s a Coorse Nicht, Jess  p. 160 
She’s Carryin’ a Licht in Her Hand  p. 163 
The Tochty Ran with Black, Swollen Stream  p. 171 
Toiled Across the Glen  p. 173 
There was Nae Use Trying tae Dig Oot the Front Door  p. 176 
Ane of Them Gied Ower the Head in a Drift, and his Neeburs hed tae pu’ Him oot  p. 177 
Two Men in Plaids were Descending the Hill  p. 181 
Jined Hands and Cam ower Fine  p. 184 
Twa Horses, Ane afore the Ither  p. 187 
He had Left His Overcoat, and was in Black  p. 191 
Death after All was Victor  p. 197 
She Began to Neigh  p. 199 
They had Set to Work  p. 202 
Standing at the Door  p. 203 
Finis  p. 209