Dzhejms Herriot - All Things Wise and Wonderful

All Things Wise and Wonderful

James Herriot

To my dogs,

Hector and Dan

Faithful companions of the daily round

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful,

The Lord God made them all.

Cecil Frances Alexander 1818-1895

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

A Biography of James Herriot

CHAPTER 1

MOVE! BAWLED THE DRILL corporal. Come on, speed it up! He sprinted effortlessly to the rear of the gasping, panting column of men and urged us on from there.

I was somewhere in the middle, jog-trotting laboriously with the rest and wondering how much longer I could keep going. And as my ribs heaved agonisingly and my leg muscles protested I tried to work out just how many miles we had run.

I had suspected nothing when we lined up outside our billets. We werent clad in PT kit but in woollen pullovers and regulation slacks and it seemed unlikely that anything violent was imminent. The corporal, too, a cheerful little cockney, appeared to regard us as his brothers. He had a kind face.

Awright lads, he had cried, smiling over the fifty new airmen. Were just going to trot round to the park, so follow me. Le-eft turn! At the double, qui-ick march! eft-ight eft-ight eft-ight!

That had been a long, long time ago and we were still reeling through the London streets with never a sign of a park anywhere. The thought hammered in my brain that I had been under the impression that I was fit. A country vet, especially in the Yorkshire Dales, never had the chance to get out of condition; he was always on the move, wrestling with the big animals, walking for miles between the fell-side barns; he was hard and tough. Thats what I thought.

But now other reflections began to creep in. My few months of married life with Helen had been so much lotus eating. She was too good a cook and I was too faithful a disciple of her art. Just lounging by our bed-sitters fireside was the sweetest of all occupations. I had tried to ignore the disappearance of my abdominal muscles, the sagging of my pectorals, but it was all coming home to me now.

Its not far now, lads, the corporal chirped from the rear, but he struck no responsive chords in the toiling group. He had said it several times before and we had stopped believing him.

But this time it seemed he really meant it, because as we turned into yet another street I could see iron railings and trees at the far end. The relief was inexpressible. I would just about have the strength to make it through the gatesto the rest and smoke which I badly needed because my legs were beginning to seize up.

We passed under an arch of branches which still bore a few autumn leaves and stopped as one man, but the corporal was waving us on.

Come on, lads, round the track! he shouted and pointed to a broad earthen path which circled the park.

We stared at him. He couldnt be serious! A storm of protest broke out.

Aw no, corp ! Have a heart, corp !

The smile vanished from the little mans face. Get movin, I said! Faster, faster one-two, one-two.

As I stumbled forward over the black earth, between borders of sooty rhododendrons and tired grass, I just couldnt believe it. It was all too sudden. Three days ago I was in Darrowby and half of me was still back there, back with Helen. And another part was still looking out of the rear window of the taxi at the green hills receding behind the tiled roofs into the morning sunshine; still standing in the corridor of the train as the flat terrain of southern England slid past and a great weight built up steadily in my chest.

My first introduction to the RAF was at Lords cricket ground. Masses of forms to fill, medicals, then the issue of an enormous pile of kit. I was billeted in a block of flats in St. Johns Woodluxurious before the lush fittings had been removed. But they couldnt take away the heavy bathroom ware and one of our blessings was the unlimited hot water gushing at our touch into the expensive surroundings.

After that first crowded day I retired to one of those green-tiled sanctuaries and lathered myself with a new bar of a famous toilet soap which Helen had put in my bag. I have never been able to use that soap since. Scents are too evocative and the merest whiff jerks me back to that first night away from my wife, and to the feeling I had then. It was a dull, empty ache which never really went away.

On the second day we marched endlessly; lectures, meals, inoculations. I was used to syringes but the very sight of them was too much for many of my friends. Especially when the doctor took the blood samples; one look at the dark fluid flowing from their veins and the young men toppled quietly from their chairs, often four or five in a row while the orderlies, grinning cheerfully, bore them away.

We ate in the London Zoo and our meals were made interesting by the chatter of monkeys and the roar of lions in the background. But in between it was march, march, march, with our new boots giving us hell.

And on this third day the whole thing was still a blur. We had been wakened as on my first morning by the hideous 6 a.m. clattering of dustbin lids; I hadnt really expected the silvery tones of a bugle but I found this totally unromantic din intolerable. However, at the moment my only concern was that we had completed the circuit of the park. The gates were only a few yards ahead and I staggered up to them and halted among my groaning comrades.

Round again, lads! the corporal yelled, and as we stared at him aghast he smiled affectionately. You think this is tough? Wait till they get hold of you at ITW. Im just kinda breakin you urgently. Youll thank me for this later. Right, at the double! One-two, one two!

Bitter thoughts assailed me as I lurched forward once more. Another round of the park would kill methere was not a shadow of a doubt about that. You left a loving wife and a happy home to serve king and country and this was how they treated you. It wasnt fair.

The night before I had dreamed of Darrowby. I was back in old Mr. Dakins cow byre. The farmers patient eyes in the long, drooping-moustached face looked down at me from his stooping height.

It looks as though its over wi awd Blossom, then, he said, and rested his hand briefly on the old cows back. It was an enormous, work-swollen hand. Mr. Dakins gaunt frame carried little flesh but the grossly thickened fingers bore testimony to a life of toil.

I dried off the needle and dropped it into the metal box where I carried my suture materials, scalpels and blades. Well, its up to you of course, Mr. Dakin, but this is the third time Ive had to stitch her teats and Im afraid its going to keep on happening.

Aye, its just the shape she is. The farmer bent and examined the row of knots along the four-inch scar. By gaw, you wouldnt believe it could mek such a messjust another cow standin on it.