English: Cherokee Missionary Station, 1820. The first house built in that part of "The Reservation" in the present county of Marshall in Alabama. The author's parents were living here when he was born.

It still serves as a residence and bids fair to endure for another century
Identifier: withsabrescalpelwyet (find matches)
Title: With sabre and scalpel : the autobiography of a soldier and surgeon
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Wyeth, John A. (John Allan), 1845-1922
Subjects: Wyeth, John A. (John Allan), 1845-1922 Wyeth family Confederate States of America. Army. Morgan's Cavalry Division Confederate States of America. Army. Alabama Cavalry, 4th. Company I Soldiers Surgeons Medicine Surgery American Civil War General Surgery
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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emper at something thathappened between us, and in anger gave me a slap whichI did not resent. At this juncture I heard a voice from anear-by window, and, turning, I saw my mother leaning out,her eyes flashing so that I could almost see the sparks flyingand her cheeks as red as fire. In a tone about which therecould be no misinterpretation, even by one who instinctive-ly preferred peace to war, she asked me if the boy struckme in anger; and when I told her he had, she blazed up andsaid, And you didnt hit him back? My response wasthat father had told me it was wrong to fight, and that whenanother boy gave way to anger just to tell him it was wrong ;and not fight back. At this the blue bonnet of Clan-Allan went over the border, and she fairly screamed:I dont care what your father told you; if you dont whipthat boy this minute Ill whip you! And she looked on,and was satisfied when it was all over. I date my career fromthat eventful day; for I had come to the parting of the ways. 8 ff.% w
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WITH SABRE AND SCALPEL No one who knew my father ever doubted his physicalor moral courage, for it was of that sublime type that heldlife as of secondary consideration where duty was involved,but his was the gift of gentle forbearance and kindly re-monstrance to those who gave way to ungovernable andpassionate word or deed. His was the way of the Nazareneand of that far-reaching wisdom of which the Proverb says:Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths arepeace. My mother, too, was a Presbyterian, the daughter of aminister of that faith, tender and true to her convictions ofduty. Peter didnt love his Lord any less because he washuman enough to lose his temper and smite off the ear ofthe servant of the high priest. My mother and I chose himfor our patron saint, and, turning aside from the path ofpeace, hand in hand we trod the rougher road which ledup the hill Difficulty. Upon its summit we stood at lasttriumphant, and thence, her beautiful face lighted up witha heavenly smi

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