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I BEGIN TO STUDY MEDICINE
down the avenue. It was Sunday morning, but I rang the
bell. A maid came, and I asked if Mr. Keep was at home.
She replied that he was and asked me what my business
was. I replied 'Personal,' when I heard a voice exclaim,
'Bring him in.'
I was ushered into a large parlor to the left of the hall
and was cordially greeted by a middle-aged man with a
kindly face. I told him my story exactly as it all occurred,
word for word, winks, laughs, and all. When I finished,
he laughed as heartily as the committee and then began to
ask me all kinds of questions about myself. I felt per-
fectly at home with him and gave him a lot of my experi-
ences out West, in which he seemed very much interested.
Finally, he pulled out a bunch of letters from a pocket,
selected a yellow envelope and wrote something on its
back and handed it to me.
'Take that to the address I have written, as early as
you can in the morning, and if not too late you will have
a chance to cast your first vote for a President of the
I was there not less than an hour, and with all his ques-
tioning he never said one word about politics, nor hinted
as to which man I should vote for.
On my way home that Sunday, I called at the Grand
Pacific Hotel and thanked the men for their kindness.
Their surprise at the outcome of their jest was a sweet
morsel to me.
Next morning I was at the depot early, my order for a
round trip to St. Paul was honored, and I surprised my
parents by walking in Tuesday forenoon in time to vote
for Rutherford B. Hayes.
Many years afterward, when I was chief surgeon of the
Great Northern Railway Lines, I attended at Chicago an
annual meeting of the National Association of Railway
Surgeons, to which I belonged, and while there I called on
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Hoyt, Henry Franklin. A Frontier Doctor, book, 1929; Boston, Massachusetts. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143532/m1/45/: accessed May 28, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.