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Excerpt from Autobiography of Charles Biddle: Vice-President of the Supreme Executive Council of Pennsylvania; 1745-1821
When about eleven years of age my mother sent me to the wharf after wood. Returning along Water, near Market Street, to avoid a dray, I stepped on a pile of wood. There being snow on it, my feet slipped and my left leg came directly under the dray, which had a hogshead of sugar on it. My right leg was nearly in between the spokes; the bone was mashed a little below my knee. When they were carrying me to my mother, I thought it disgraceful to cry, and she, seeing me brought home without making any noise, concluded I was drowned. I was laid upon a table, and one of the most eminent surgeons in the city thought it would be necessary to take off my leg. This was opposed by Dr. Evans, the family physician, by my mother, and myself. It was near six months before I was perfectly recovered. In Jamaica, many years after, I felt some pain where the bone had been broken, but none since.
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When about eleven years of age my mother sent me to the wharf after wood. Returning along Water, near Market Street, to avoid a dray, I stepped on a pile of wood. There being snow on it, my feet slipped and my left leg came directly under the dray, which had a hogshead of sugar on it. My right leg was nearly in between the spokes; the bone was mashed a little below my knee. When they were carrying me to my mother, I thought it disgraceful to cry, and she, seeing me brought home without making any noise, concluded I was drowned. I was laid upon a table, and one of the most eminent surgeons in the city thought it would be necessary to take off my leg. This was opposed by Dr. Evans, the family physician, by my mother, and myself. It was near six months before I was perfectly recovered. In Jamaica, many years after, I felt some pain where the bone had been broken, but none since.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Author(s) - Charles Biddle
Hardback
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ISBN - 9780266482499
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 2.7 cm
Page Count - 439
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ISBN - 9781330908785
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 2.4 cm
Page Count - 441
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