A Boyhood in Scotland 



orange, apple, or candy it was likely to bring 

 forth. 



At this time infants were baptized and vac- 

 cinated a few days after birth. I remember 

 very well a fight with the doctor when my 

 brother David was vaccinated. This hap- 

 pened, I think, before I was sent to school. I 

 could n't imagine what the doctor, a tall, 

 severe-looking man in black, was doing to my 

 brother, but as mother, who was holding him 

 in her arms, offered no objection, I looked on 

 quietly while he scratched the arm until I saw 

 blood. Then, unable to trust even my mother, 

 I managed to spring up high enough to grab 

 and bite the doctor's arm, yelling that I wasna 

 gan to let him hurt my bonnie brither, while 

 to my utter astonishment mother and the 

 doctor only laughed at me. So far from com- 

 plete at times is sympathy between parents 

 and children, and so much like wild beasts are 

 baby boys, little fighting, biting, climbing 

 pagans. 



Father was proud of his garden and seemed 

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