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A FRONTIER DOCTOR
knew this, so each was doing his best to pick the plum.
It was early in the spring of 1872, snow and ice were
melting fast, and all the streams were swollen with rapid
currents. It became necessary to cross the one at our
camp. The stream was too deep and rapid to ford, so a
raft was constructed and Engineer Morris called for a
volunteer to swim across with a rope with which to pull
the raft to and fro. There was plenty of floating ice and
the stream was about twenty-five yards wide. I was the
first to respond and, being a strong swimmer, I soon had
the rope over and tied to a tree.
Next morning the men were assigned their duties by
Mr. Morris, and I was selected as rodman, which I
learned later was due to my alacrity in coming to the
front at the ford.
Our course ran through a level country, mostly prairie,
with an occasional strip of timber and underbrush. In
places the entire prairie would be literally covered with
grasshoppers, a scourge that virtually devastated western
Minnesota for some years. To one fresh from our beauti-
ful farm home, this seemed the most worthless country
Reaching Red Lake River, the largest in that section,
we found it high, with a swift current and plenty of ice
still floating. Again it became necessary to use a raft. A
clumsy one was built of green timber and started on an
experimental trip, with Billy Gooding, son of the St. Paul
Chief of Police, who was a chainman in our party, and
myself, as the crew. Each of us had a long, strong pole to
keep off the cakes of ice. At first all went well, but, when
we struck the swift current and floating ice, our 'Injun
yacht' began to whirl around and around. Then sud-
denly like a stricken submarine she sank to the bottom,
leaving us swimming for dear life. Billy, who was a strong
swimmer like myself, bumped into a chunk of ice that
Here’s what’s next.
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Hoyt, Henry Franklin. A Frontier Doctor, book, 1929; Boston, Massachusetts. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143532/m1/28/: accessed January 21, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.