“All these are good, and these we must allow,
And these are everywhere in practise now.”
Taylor the Water-Poet.
The case related by Dr. Smiles is interesting to every
Bone-setter, as well as to the public at large, for it drew
attention to the fact that there existed a number of
“specialists” who had made bone-setting and sprains
their study, who had inherited the experience of their
predecessors, and who, though not recognised by the
“schools,” or enrolled under the various acts for the
registration of medical practitioners, had done a vast
amount of good and had alleviated a great deal of pain
which had baffled the skill of the regular surgeons.
Dr. William Chambers, in the Journal which bears his
name, had drawn attention to the case of Mr. George
Moore, in a review of Dr. Smiles’ book, which seems to
have excited the indignation of several surgeons, who
“called in question the accuracy of the story.” To
these the editor, presumably Dr. Chambers himself,
replies by quoting the testimony of a number of correspondents
who had favoured him with their experiences.
Dr. Chambers refers those who doubt the statement about
Mr. George Moore, to Dr. Smiles himself, whom he truly
says “is not given to romancing.” “We have,” he
continues,3 “ourselves, however, known some curious
instances of illiterate men who, by a sort of natural tact,
were eminently successful as bone-setters.” One of these
instances was that of a drummer in a militia regiment as
long ago as 1812, who, when discharged at the peace of
1815, set up as a bone-setter, and made a living by his
profession. Not long since, there died an eminent bone-setter
on Spey-side, to whom persons suffering from dislocations
flocked from all quarters. It seems ridiculous
to pooh-pooh instances of this kind. A wiser policy
would consist in finding out what were the special modes
of operation of these bone-setters, and taking a hint from
them.
While one correspondent has favoured us with his
doubts on the subject of unprofessional bone-setting,
others have written to verify cases such as that recorded
by George Moore’s biographer. One of these communications
is as follows: ‘In 1865, I had met with a severe
accident on board a ship coming home from India, and
among other injuries the middle finger of my right hand
was much injured. There were two or three doctors
among the passengers besides the ship’s surgeon, and
they all agreed that it was merely a severe bruise. I
thought little of it, hoping it would soon get right; but
when six weeks had passed and the finger was still quite
powerless, I consulted an excellent general practitioner
in England, who said the joint was enlarged, and recommended
an application of iodine, which took off the skin,
but had no other effect. Two other surgeons—one of
them a man of considerable repute—were consulted, but
with no better result; and eventually I was persuaded to
go to a bone-setter in Liverpool. The moment he felt
the finger he said “It’s dislocated.” The treatment was
very simple. The finger was enveloped in a bag of bran
and kept constantly wet for a fortnight, and then it was
set. The operator gave it a violent wrench. I heard a
crack like that made when one pulls one’s finger-joints
sharply; and from that moment I had the full use of my
finger, which until then was absolutely powerless. The
fee, as far as I remember, was ten shillings, certainly not
more.
“The case which led me to consult this bone-setter
was much more remarkable. Among the passengers on
board the same ship was an Indian civilian who had been
severely mauled by a tiger, in trying to save a fellow-sportsman’s
life, and had quite lost the use of one arm.
He was on his way home to see if anything could be
done to restore it; and his disappointment was great
when, after some months’ treatment by one of the greatest
of London surgeons, there was hardly any improvement,
and no hope was held out of more than a very partial
cure. While down in Wales, he heard of the bone-setter
above mentioned, who was a native of the Principality,
and determined to try his powers. In a few months, by
simple treatment and the wonderful power of manipulation
which this man possessed, the use of the arm was
entirely restored, and has ever since remained so.”’
The gentleman above alluded to was undoubtedly
Mr. Evan Thomas, of Crosshall Street, Liverpool, whose
reputation and skill enabled him to realise a handsome
competence. The record of his cures, and the instances
in which he has given relief when regular surgeons have
failed, would fill a volume. A well-known actor on the
London stage has furnished several instances which fell
under his personal knowledge. Mr. Evan Thomas is
now represented by a relative (a son I believe) who has
taken out a diploma as a surgeon, and is therefore a
“bone-setter” according to Act of Parliament.
The writer of the above anecdotes expressly points out
that he does not for a moment wish to disparage the
skill and care shewn by the regularly qualified surgeons
in ordinary and in many extraordinary cases. They are
with few exceptions, upright and generous men, and
their kindness and tenderness seem specially developed
by the pain which they so often have to inflict; but there
are cases—more frequent, I believe, than is commonly
supposed—where something more than training and
practise is needed; and there are a few men (and women
too) who seem intuitively to possess this something—a
gift of touch which tells them when a joint, or it may be
a muscle or tendon, is not in its right place, and enables
them to put it right.
“It is this which I think the medical profession and
the public generally should recognise, instead of speaking
of these bone-setters, as is often done, as quacks, and
their cures as fables, or at best happy accidents. In some
cases the possessors of this gift have taken the necessary
diploma which permits them to practise; in others they
have not the means or education which would enable
them to do so; or perhaps they have only discovered
their gift comparatively late in life, when they have
settled down to other professions.” “Surely,” the Editor
remarks, “some means could be devised by which this
gift, when it is discovered in an individual, can be
utilised for the benefit of suffering humanity without the
ordinary diploma, and yet with some check which would
prevent imposture. The first step is the recognition that
such a gift does exist; and then let it be the subject of
intelligent inquiry.”
The next instance given in the Journal before referred
(pp. 712) is contributed by a well-known clergyman of
Northamptonshire, and is a voluntary and unlooked for
testimonial to the author. He writes as follows:—“Some
twelve years since, when returning from a visit
to a friend on a bitterly cold December evening, I
unluckily slipped upon a sheet of ice on the foot-path,
and fell with my leg bent completely under me. The
pain was intense, and for a quarter of an hour I was
unable to raise myself up. Fortunately, I was not far
from home, and managed to crawl to my own door. For
two or three subsequent days I endured excruciating
agony, and consulted my usual medical men in the town
of ——, who pronounced my injury to be a violent
sprain of the muscles of the knee, and after tightly
bandaging the joint, they recommended entire rest for
some days. For six weeks I hardly moved out-of-doors,
and was quite unable, without assistance, to put on my
stockings and boots.
“One day a neighbour suggested my seeing a celebrated
bone-setter who pays a weekly visit to this neighbourhood.
I eagerly adopted the suggestion, and by the aid
of two sticks, attended by a friend, I contrived to get
into and out of the train, and reached the bone-setter’s
residence in due course. He first directed me to undress,
and placed a chair to rest my leg upon. After manipulating
the limb, he pressed my leg with such force that I
fainted away, and when I recovered my senses, the perspiration
was literally streaming down my face. I asked
for some brandy, which he produced out of a cupboard
close by, remarking: ‘I always keep my physic here.’
“For some ten minutes afterwards I felt very faint and
in great pain; and without noticing his movements, he
again suddenly pressed my leg, causing me to faint away
a second time; and when I came to, I found my friend at
my side whom I had left up-stairs, and who, startled by
my screams, had hastened down to see what was the
matter.
“The bone-setter then said: “Get up and walk;
your knee was dislocated, but you are now all right.”
To my inexpressible joy I found my knee replaced, and
was able to walk as well as ever, and which for six weeks
I had been unable to do without the assistance of two
sticks. For ten years my leg was so well and strong,
that I never needed the services of the bone-setter.
Unfortunately, about two years since, in pulling off my
boot I again dislocated the same knee, but in moving
suddenly in my chair to reach a book, the joint returned
into the socket, like the sharp report of a pistol. It has
once since been out, but I have managed to replace the
joint myself; but I occasionally go to the bone-setter to
have the limb tightly plastered and bandaged, and over
the bandage I always wear an elastic knee-cap.
“A neighbour of mine had a bad fall out hunting about
two years ago, and injured his shoulder, and for
several weeks was unable to raise his arm, and like
myself, put himself under the charge of his usual medical
attendant. As the injury did not seem to abate, I
advised him to go to this same bone-setter, which he did,
and in a very short period he quite recovered the use of
the limb, and is now able to drive and ride as well as
ever; the remedy he was ordered to adopt was hard
friction, night and morning, with rum and neat’s-foot
oil.
“I will mention an anecdote told me by this bone-setter.
A poor servant-girl who had been an in-patient
of a neighbouring infirmary for seventeen weeks, and
had been discharged as incurable, consulted the bone-setter,
who discovered her ankle to be dislocated. With
a violent twist he replaced it, and she gladly left behind
her, in his house, the two crutches she had used for
upwards of four months!
“Although it seems almost incredible that regularly
qualified surgeons do not understand the art of bone-setting,
or adopt their somewhat rough usage, I believe
they really dare not do so for fear of being accused of
rude treatment, by ladies or persons of sensitive feelings.
I believe the knack of bone-setting to be hereditary; at
any rate it is so in the case of my bone-setter (which is
literally true), who is of the third generation in this
style of treatment.”
The following is a case related by Dr. Wharton Hood,
in his work on “Bone-setting:”—
“A gentleman, whom I will call Mr. A——, when
sitting on a stool at his office, hastily descended it to
welcome a friend. As soon as his feet reached the
ground he turned his body without moving them, and
in so doing he twisted or wrenched his left knee. He
immediately felt considerable pain in the joint, which
lasted for an hour or two, but decreased as the day wore
on, and he continued to move about as occasion required.
In the night he was aroused by increased pain, and
found the joint much swollen. Mr. A—— was the
brother of the professor of midwifery at one of the
principal medical schools in London, and he had the best
surgical advice that London could afford. He was
ordered to rest the limb and to apply heat and moisture.
In this way he obtained some diminution of the pain,
but the swelling continued. He at last sent for Mr.
Hutton, who at once declared that the knee was “out,”
and proposed to replace it. An appointment for this
purpose was made, but in the meantime the patient had
again seen eminent surgeons, and he wrote to prevent
Mr. Hutton from coming. Two years of uninterrupted
surgical treatment passed without improvement, and
then Mr. A—— sent for Mr. Hutton again. On this
the second visit I accompanied him, and what I witnessed,”
says Dr. Hood, “made a great impression on
my mind. We found the knee-joint enveloped in strapping;
and when this was removed, the joint was seen to
be much swollen, the skin shining and discoloured. The
joint was immovable, and very painful on the inner side.
Mr. Hutton at once placed his thumb on a point over
the lower edge of the inner condyle of the femur, and
the patient shrank from the pressure and complained of
great pain. He (Mr. Hutton) made no further examination
of the limb, but said: “What did I tell you two
years ago?” Mr. A—— replied: “You said my knee
was out.” “And I tell you so now,” was the rejoinder.
“Can you put it in?” said Mr. A——. “I can.” ‘Then
be good enough to do so,’ said Mr. A——, holding out
his limb. Mr. Hutton. however, declined to operate for
a week; ordered the joint to be enveloped in linseed
poultices and rubbed with neat’s-foot oil, made an
appointment, and took his leave. During the dialogue
I had carefully examined the limb, and satisfied myself
that there was no dislocation, and had arrived at the
conclusion that rest, and not movement, was the treatment
required. At the expiration of the week I went
again to the house, and Mr. Hutton arrived shortly
afterwards. “How’s the knee?” was his inquiry. “It
feels easier.” “Been able to move it?” “No.” “Give
it to me.” The leg was stretched out, and Mr. Hutton
stood in front of the patient, who hesitated, and lowered
his limb. “You are quite sure it is out, and you can
put it right?” There was a pause, and then: “Give
me your leg, I say.” The patient obeyed reluctantly,
and slowly raised it to within Mr. Hutton’s reach. He
grasped it with both hands, round the calf, with the
extended thumb of the left hand pressing on the painful
spot on the inner side of the knee, and held the foot
firmly by grasping the heel between his own knees. The
patient was told to sit steadily in his chair, and at that
moment I think he would have given a good deal to have
regained control over his limb. Mr. Hutton inclined his
knees towards his right, thus aiding in the movement of
rotation which he impressed upon the leg with his hands.
He maintained firm pressure with his thumb on the
painful spot, and suddenly flexed the knee. The patient
cried out with pain. Mr. Hutton lowered the limb, and
told him to stand up. He did so, and at once declared
he could move the leg better, and that the previously
painful spot was free from pain. He was ordered to take
gentle daily exercise, and his recovery was rapid and
complete. In a few days he returned to business, and
from that time until his death, which occurred three
years afterwards, his knee remained perfectly well.”
Another case was that of the Honourable Spencer
Ponsonby, who is suffered to tell his own story. “On
November 26th, 1864, in running across the garden at
Croxteth, near Liverpool, I felt and heard something crack
in the calf of my left leg. It was so painful that I
rolled over like a shot rabbit, and could scarcely reach
the house, a few yards off. I at once put my leg up to
the knee in a pail of hot water, and boiled it for an hour.
Next day, being no better, I sent for a medical man in
the neighbourhood, who told me I had snapped a muscle,
and must keep quiet for a few days. He rubbed in a
strong liniment, there being no sign of inflammation;
and put on a strong leather plaster. In a couple of days
I was able to hobble; but being telegraphed to London,
and going into an empty house, I knocked my toe against
a tack in the floor, and hurt myself worse than ever.
From this time (December 2nd) to the beginning of
May, I was attended by Mr. A—— and Mr. B—— in
consultation, who agreed in saying that the “stocking of
the calf was split” (gastrocnemius, I think they called it)
and treated me accordingly. Occasionally my leg got
better; but the slightest exertion produced pain and
weakness.
“On the 2nd of May, Mr. C—— undertook me. He
agreed as to the injury, but thought that, constitutionally,
I was out of order, and gave me some iron, &c., without
effect. My leg was also fixed in an iron machine to
relieve the muscles of the calf from the weight of the
leg. Another eminent surgeon came in consultation on
June 26. He agreed in Mr. C——’s treatment, and in
the cause of the lameness; as did Dr. D——, who was
consulted as to my going to Wildbad.
“August 14.—As I did not improve, Mr. C—— put
my leg into a gum-plaster for a month. I then went
yachting, so as to obtain perfect repose for that time.
My health, which had been getting bad, was improved
by the sea-air, but my leg was no better. The surgeon
on board the yacht, Dr. E——, also examined me, and
agreed as to the cause of the lameness, but said: ‘An
old woman may cure you, but no doctor will.’
“On September 7 the gum-plaster was removed, and
galvanism was then tried for about three weeks. At the
end of this time I went on a yacht voyage for four
months, and, during the whole of this period had sea-water
douches. All this time I had been either on
crutches or two sticks. My health was much improved
by the sea-voyage, but my leg was the same as before,
and had shrunk to about half its proper size.
“April 5.—Mr. F—— began his system to cure my
leg. His idea was, that the muscles were separated, but
that if brought together continuously, they would rejoin.
I wore a high-heeled boot during the day, and during the
night my heel was fixed so that it was kept in the same
position. No good arose from this treatment; and consequently,
after a month’s trial, I went to Mr. Hutton,
who, on seeing my high heel, said: ‘What do you wear
that machine for? Do you want to lame yourself?’ I
was proceeding to tell him the opinion of the various
surgeons on my case, when he said: ‘Don’t bother me
about anatomy; I know nothing about it; but I tell
you your ankle is out, and that I can put it in again.’
“After a few weeks, during which he had been to the
the North, and could not therefore undertake my case,
I returned to him on June 27, telling him that I had in
the meantime consulted surgeons who had assured me
that, whatever else might ail me, my ankle was most
assuredly ‘all right,’ but that I would notwithstanding
submit to his treatment. He again examined me most
carefully, beginning at the ankle round bone, and he
then put his thumb on to a place which hurt me a good
deal, and produced a sensation of a sharp prick of a pin.
He proceeded to operate upon me, and after a time there
was a distinct report, and from that moment the pain
was gone. Mr. Hutton desired me to walk moderately,
but to take no violent exercise for a long time, and to
use a good deal of cold water. From that moment my
leg gradually got better. I was able to walk out shooting
quietly in September, and on the 14th October,
having missed a train, walked home fifteen miles along
the high-road. In the following year I resumed cricket,
tennis, and other strong exercise, and have continued
them ever since.
In page 103 to 109 of his work before quoted, Dr.
W. Hood relates the experience of his father in treating
of sprained ankles, in a manner similar to that practised
by the bone-setter, and illustrates the system by these
two typical cases, which, though by no means extraordinary
in their treatment and cure, have been thought
worthy of publication by him. Mr. J—— sprained his
left ankle eighteen weeks before coming under treatment.
For the first month he laid on a sofa; at the end of that
time he was able to get about on crutches, and when he
presented himself for treatment was compelled to use a
couple of sticks. At no time since the injury had he
been able to walk farther than two or three hundred
yards without resting. He complained of pain on the
inner side of the foot, and stiffness and pain in the great
toe when he attempted to use his foot. He was operated
upon for the purpose of replacing the bone of the foot,
and overcoming the stiffness of the toe. He returned
home by rail the same day, and, on alighting at the
station walked half-a-mile slowly to his house. His
powers of locomotion steadily improved, and four days
after the operation he walked three miles.
Mr. G—— came to Mr. H—— on the recommendation
of Mr. J—— and also was induced to do so from
the benefit he saw that Mr. J—— had derived from the
treatment. In this case the ankle had been sprained
and bruised by a horse falling on him a year-and-a-half
previous to his visit to Mr. H——. Owing to the road
along which he was riding having been much cut up by
cart wheels, his injury was much more severe than would
usually occur from this form of accident. When the
horse fell he was not thrown but went down with it; the
injured foot touched the ground, sinking into one of the
ruts, when before he could withdraw it, the animal
rolled over, wrenching and bruising the limb most fearfully.
The foot was seen by Mr. H——, was still much
swollen, and very stiff in all parts. He was considered
to have “five bones out” and the usual manipulations
were employed for their reduction. It required three
operations, at intervals of a week, before the stiffness of
the foot was removed, but at the end of three weeks he
walked as well as he ever did in his life. When he came
he had his foot in a sling suspended from his neck, so
utterly useless was the limb.
The advantage of the employment of movement a few
days after the receipt of the injury is shown, he says, by the
history of one of the cases that he saw with Mr. Hutton:
J. F. (Stanmore) was thrown from a cart by the horse
stumbling when going down hill. He fell on his right
shoulder and side of his head. He remained stunned
for about an hour; on coming to himself and trying to
raise with the assistance of the right arm, he found himself
unable to raise it, much less to bear any weight upon
it. He succeeded with great difficulty in getting
into his cart (the horse it appears did not fall completely
and waited quietly at the side of the road) and driving
home. He suffered great pain all night, the arm being
perfectly useless, and the parts about the shoulder much
swollen. He saw Mr. H—— the following day and was
directed by him to poultice and use neat’s foot oil for a
week. At the end of the week he was operated upon.
Increased pain followed the operation; it was not, however,
in the same spot, having shifted from the shoulder
to the outer side of the arm, near the insertion of the
deltoid. No improvement in power of movement
occurred at the time; he could not raise his hand to his
head or bend his forearm. On his next visit, three days
afterwards, he said that the pain continued through the
night, that he dropped off to sleep towards morning, and
when he awoke he found that it had materially abated,
and his sufferings had been comparatively slight since.
The swelling had diminished, but the motions of the
joint were not much freer.
At the expiration of a week from the time of the
operation, he appeared again; and he could then place
his hand behind his head and also on the opposite
shoulder. “With the exception of a slight stiffness, he
considered his limb quite well.”
Yet two other cases from the same source:—
Mrs. J——, on rising from her chair one day in 1864
caught her heel in her crinoline, and fell backwards upon
her sacrum. She did not feel much pain from the fall at
the moment although she felt a good deal shaken. At
this period she had been six weeks pregnant. On the
fifth day from the date of the accident, having in the
meantime, without any definite cause of complaint, been
“out of sorts,” she noticed a feeling of stiffness and
numbness extending over the whole of the body, but
more especially in the extremities. Shortly after this
occurred she was seized with convulsions of an epileptiform
character. These convulsions they recurred at
varying intervals of sometimes three or four days, and at
other times of ten days or a fortnight, until her confinement.
After this event she was subject to them, but at
longer intervals until October, 1869. Their increased
frequency about this time induced her to consult Mr.
Hutton, both she and her friends considering that, as she
had never had any affection of this description previous
to her fall, the blow on her back might fairly be looked
upon as the cause of her trouble. A very tender spot
was complained of at the junction of the last lumbar
vertebra with the sacrum. The sensations which preceded
the commencement of the fit were referred to
that spot and the opinion given by Mr. Hutton was that
a bone was “out” there. On the three or four days preceding
his visit she had many severe convulsions; she
was suffering from exhaustion consequent upon them and
fully expected to be obliged to remain in bed some days
to recover herself. She describes herself as suffering at
the same time from head-ache and fullness; her back was
very painful; she was flushed in the face, very depressed
in spirits, her eyesight was dim and she was very faint.
When operated upon in the manner, hereafter to be
described, she felt “a sudden feeling of numbness of the
brain,” this feeling travelling upwards from the spot
where the pressure was applied, and then immediately
following this a sensation which made her say “I am all
right.” In a minute or two she got into bed without
assistance, lay down on her left side—a position she had
not been able to take before—her color became natural,
her head felt as if a weight had been removed from it,
the dimness of sight disappeared, and a difficulty of raising
the lids previously had gone. She remained in bed
two hours, and then was able to be dressed and go down
stairs. She had no return of the fits and had been quite
free from them up to October, 1870.
The other case mentioned by Dr. Hood is given in
the words of the patient, who states—
“In July, 1859, I was playing in the garden with my
children, when one of them tossed a large indiarubber
ball into the adjoining garden, which was separated from
my own by a stone wall about six feet high. I procured
a pair of steps and got over the wall; and coming back
I sat for a few minutes on the top of the wall, and then
jumped down, alighting upon the gravel walk. I felt no
ill effects from the jump at that time, but, awaking early
nest morning I found my left leg very stiff, and supposing
this would pass off I went to business as usual;
but on walking I experienced pain on the inside of the
knee joint, which increased during the day, and at night
I could scarcely walk.
“The next morning I sent for my medical man (Mr.
A——) who after examining the knee pronounced the
injury to be external to the joint, and I think he said
some cartilage had been strained. He ordered me to
pump cold water on it, which I did for several days; but
the pain increased and the knee began to swell. Mr.
A—— then ordered leeches to be applied, and afterwards
a large blister enveloping the knee.
After this the leg became very rigid at the joint, and
flexed so that the heel would not touch the ground, and
I could only move from one room to another by the help
of crutches. After about two months’ confinement to the
house my appetite failed and I became very unwell. I
then saw another surgeon (Mr. B——) who thought that
there was something forming in the joint, but that my
general health was failing, and that I ought to have
change of air, so by his and Mr. A——’s advice I went
to the sea-side where I remained until November.
“Whilst there I applied sea-weed poultices, and bathed
my knee in warm sea water; but was soon obliged to
discontinue this treatment as it greatly irritated the joint,
which became so tender and painful that I could not bear
the weight of the sheet upon it as I lay in bed. The
flesh of my thigh began to waste away at this time, and
I lost power in my left arm, thumb, and forefinger;
so that for some time I was unable to use a fork at meals.
I called in a local practitioner (Mr. C——) who gave me
medicine; but as he said the pain in the knee was of
secondary importance, he did not prescribe for it. I took
exercise occasionally in an invalid chair, but, owing to
the difficulty of getting down stairs and the vibration of
the chair itself, this did me more harm than good.
“I returned home in November, and passed the winter
with very little improvement; and having purchased a
very easy invalid carriage with shafts for a donkey, went
out when the weather permitted.
I continued to apply iodine and kept wet cloths constantly
upon the limb to keep down inflammation, and
this treatment succeeded in a measure, but only so long
as I kept the leg at rest; for on making the smallest
attempt to use it the inflammation returned.
In the spring of 1860 it was thought advisable I
should consult Sir B. Brodie, and my medical man (Mr.
A——) went with me to London; but finding that Sir
Benjamin was out of town he took me to Mr. D——,
who affected to treat the matter very lightly, and said
that I was to take a tonic, which he prescribed, and that
as my health improved my knee would get well. He also
sent me to a surgical bandage maker, who measured me
for a knee cap which was to enable me to walk and take
more exercise than I had hitherto done.
This knee cap I was however unable to wear, until
some months later, when, the inflammation having subsided,
I found it gave me some support; but I was never
able to wear it without much discomfort. Up to October
1865 (a period of six years and a quarter) I used
crutches—sometimes two, at other times one crutch and
a stout stick and was never at ease, the knee always stone
cold when in bed or otherwise resting, and hot after
exertion of any kind—the pain becoming acute whenever
I attempted to use the limb beyond just crossing the
room. During this period (six years) I spent a portion
of every summer at the seaside, and was withdrawn
almost entirely from business. At length after so long a
course of treatment, I ceased to seek further advice,
believing what I was told, that the cause of all my
suffering was constitutional, and I settled down to the
conclusion that I should be a cripple for life and that
this was unavoidable.
“In June, 1865, I was recommended by a friend to
consult Mr. Hutton, but when I had learned he was an
irregular practitioner, I declined; and it was not until
October, when, owing to an accidental stumble against
the door-sill, I was in much pain again, that I acceded
to the earnest solicitations of my friends. I then wrote
to him and made an appointment. At the first interview
he came to me in the waiting-room and, looking me hard
in the face, he said, ‘who sent you here?’ I told him
who it was that recommended me to him. He said,
‘Do you know that I am not a regular surgeon?’ I
answered, ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, then, what’s the matter with
you?’ I told him I was lame. ‘Are those your
sticks?’ pointing to the crutches. ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, let
me look at your leg.’ He then instantly placed his
thumb on the tender spot inside the knee, causing me
great pain. I said, ‘Yes, that is the place, and no other.’
‘Ah!’ he replied, ‘I thought so. That will do. How
long have you been lame?’ ‘Six years.’ ‘What treatment
have you had?’ I told him, and also that my
lameness resulted from constitutional causes. He said,
‘Bah! If you had not had a pretty good constitution
they would have killed you.’ I told him that I had
seen Mr. D——. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘You might as well
have seen my cook. He can’t cure that knee.’ I asked
him what he thought was the matter with it. He said,
‘That knee is out; I’ll stake my reputation upon it, and
I can cure it.’ I was ordered to apply linseed meal
poultices for a week, and then go to him again, and
happily with the best results. I have never needed the
use of crutches since, and although it was some time
before I gained much strength in the leg, I am now able
to walk as well as before the injury. I forgot to
mention that before leaving Mr. Hutton’s house I
walked up a flight of stairs and down again, a feat I had
not accomplished for years.”
As a contribution to the patient’s point of view, and
as a pendant to some remarks made in the course of the
preceding pages, Dr. Hood thought it desirable to print
a portion of the letter that accompanied the narrative:—
“May, 1871.xxxx
“My Dear Sir,—In my communication I have confined
myself to a relation of facts only, abstaining from all comment,
but I should now like to say that I think you are doing great
service to the public in bringing the subject of (so-called) bone-setting
prominently before the profession, so as to induce them
to give it a measure of attention, instead of pooh-poohing it, as
has been their almost invariable practice hitherto. In my own
case, after submitting to Mr. Hutton’s manipulation, I was
instantly relieved from that pain, tension, and coldness in the
joint that I had suffered for six years, and was able to walk.
This recovery, which to myself and friends seemed little short
of a miracle, was thus accounted for by the faculty:—Mr.
A—— (whose patient I had been) on the subject being mentioned
to him, laughed, and said, with a significant shrug, ‘Yes,
yes! a nervous knee! we all know what nervous knees are!
ay! ay!’ Mr. B——, who, as a friend, had seen my knee frequently
(though not professionally) assured all who mentioned
the case to him that I might have walked twelve months earlier
had I cared to do so. Other medical men accounted for the
manifest change in my condition on one hypothesis and another,
whilst all affected to smile at my ignorance and delusion.
“Thus much as to the profession, but what were my own
thoughts and those of my friends and the public generally? I
was like the man spoken of in the Gospels, who had been blind,
and now could see I had been lame and in pain, but could now
walk and was at ease. I cared nothing for professional sneers as
to nervous or not nervous; and had the whole College of Surgeons
clearly demonstrated to their entire satisfaction that I
could not possibly have been benefitted by Mr. Hutton’s treatment,
my opinion would not have been shaken by it.
“Then as to the public: my case having been well known
my recovery was quickly noised abroad, and a number of people
in the neighbourhood who had suffered many things of many
physicians and were nothing bettered, but rather grew worse,
sought Mr. Hutton’s advice, and were cured; and this has happened
in so many instances that public confidence in the ability
of the regular practitioner to deal with this class of cases has
been greatly shaken. I cannot better illustrate this than by
relating the following case:—
“One Thursday morning last autumn a man came to me, and,
on my inquiring his business, he told me he wanted my advice.
He was a laborer in a factory who in lifting a weight, had
twisted his knee which was much swollen and painful when he
walked. I asked him what advice he had had. He said he had
been under the doctors’ hands some time, but the leg was worse
and he was now ordered to lay up entirely for a month, and was
assured that unless he did so he would lose his leg. In one hand
he held a medical certificate to entitle him (being unable to
work) to go on his club; in the other he had a large lump of
dark paste, about the size of an egg, which he said was a blister,
and which he was ordered to apply to the joint immediately and
to rest at home until the doctor called on him the next day. I
examined his knee, and from the similarity of his symptoms to
those I had myself experienced, I felt satisfied his was a case for
Mr. Hutton and I told him so. He immediately told me he had
heard of my case and so many others that he would rather take
my advice than the doctor’s. I explained to him that he could not
follow the advice of both, and if he decided on going to Mr.
Hutton he must on no account apply the blister. To this he
assented. The doctor’s assistant called on him the next day,
and was very angry that he had not done as he was ordered, and
then left, threatening to return with his master, who he said
would make him put the blister on whether he liked it or not.
This threat however, was not carried out, and on Monday
morning he went to Mr. Hutton with several other patients who
were going up on a similar errand. He did not return until the
last train at night, and I learned next morning that, after
visiting Mr. Hutton, he walked several miles to see a friend and
then back to the railway station; he rested the next day, and on
Wednesday returned to his work, and has been quite well ever
since.
“The sentence in italics is one to which I desire to call particular
attention, since it gives expression to a feeling of want
of confidence in the profession, which I know to be widely,
though often secretly, entertained in this neighborhood.
“Would it not, then, be to the interest of the profession to
examine into these cases and not obstinately to close their eyes
to facts, which, but for professional prejudice, would not fail to
see as clearly, and reason upon as logically as common people do.
“I am, my dear sir,xxxxxxxxxxxx
“Yours very truly,xxxxxxxx
The publication of Dr. Wharton’s book, added to the
published testimony of so many patients, awakened the
“faculty” to the knowledge that after all there was
something more than luck in the Bone-setter’s art. The
change of tone was however gradual, with occasional relapses
into the old line of thought, not by any means without
misgiving. When professional attention was publicly
drawn to the subject many instances came to light which
showed that Bone-setters proceeded on true scientific
which were neglected by, if not unknown to the faculty
at large. As frequently happens the earliest instance of
professional adoption of the art of the “Bone-setter”
occurred in America. After the publication of Dr.
Hood’s work. A correspondent of Nature4 seeing a
review of the work wrote to describe an accident he met
with, the failure of the surgeons at New York to cure
him, and his subsequent cure by one he calls “a scientific
Bone-setter” who, of course, was not an “empiric,”
though he adopted the practise of the Bone-setter’s art.
The correspondent in question, Mr. Joseph P. Thompson,
who dates from Berlin, May 22nd, states that more than
twenty years ago in the city of New York, while swinging
upon parallel bars in the gymnasium fell backwards, and
to save his head threw out his left arm, thus catching
the fall upon the palmar head of the radius, and as it
proved fracturing the head of the radius at the point of
articulation with the ulna. I sent for one of the most
eminent surgeons (then professor and surgeon) to a large
hospital, but several hours elapsed before his arrival, and
by that time the swelling and inflammation of the elbow
had all the appearance of a sprain, and the fracture was
not detected. Some days afterwards the surgeon found
out that there had been a fracture, and that a false
adhesion had begun. This was broken up, and the arm
set in splints, according to the approved method. After
the usual time the bandages were removed, but the forearm
was incapable of flexion, extension, or rotation.
Every appliance was used to restore it to its normal
condition, such as lifting, friction, sponging, &c., but
without effect. The arm became useless, and began to
shrivel. It was examined by the first surgeons in New
York and other cities. Some thought that the radius
had adhered to the ulna, others that it was a deposit of
interosseous matter, but none could suggest a remedy.
It was some nine months after this, Mr Thompson goes
on to say, that he chanced to be in Philadelphia, and
called upon Dr. Klea Barton, who, though he had retired
from practice, consented to look into the case. After a
careful examination he said, ‘If you will consent to
suffer the pain, (it was before the use of chloroform) I
will agree to restore the arm.’ He went on to say that
pressure demonstrated a slight crepitation at the joint,
and also a slight elasticity; and this assured him that
the trouble was in the ligaments; that in consequence of
the long imprisonment of the arm in splints, while under
inflammation, a ligamentous adhesion had taken place, and
the synovial fluid had been absorbed. He then applied
one hand firmly to the elbow, and the other to the
palmar end of the radius, and diverting my attention
by anecdote and wit, thus relaxing the resistance of the
will to pain, he gave a sudden wrench, there was a sound
like the ripping of cotton cloth, and the arm lay
outstretched before me, quivering with pain, but capable
of motion. Mechanical appliances for a few weeks, so
far completed the restoration that I have ever since had
about four-fifths of its normal use and power.”
Here was evidently an instance of manipulation,
which, if done by a bone-setter, would be called empirical,
but as it was performed by a retired surgeon, it was
“scientific.” If the benefit is the same, why this difference
of designation? Let the “faculty” reply in person—“What
in the captain is but a choleric word; in
the soldier is rank blasphemy.”