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When my wits fell into place, I discovered I could not move
my legs. From the waist down I was paralyzed. Yet I still did
not worry, the part of the brain performing this function evi-
dently having been put out of commission. The company physi-
cian, Dr. McKinnon, paid me visits, each time sticking pins into
my feet and legs that for many days I could not feel. I remember
his gently touching my head, and saying to Mrs. Aiken: "Noth-
ing to worry about. Just a bad knock." And then, indicating the
outer table of the skull, he added: "He's had a slight fracture
here and a brain hemorrhage. But I don't think there'll be any
However, by less Spartan standards my plight was serious
enough. Certainly today such an assault on the brain would not
be dismissed so casually. Several weeks went by before I re-
gained full use of my lower limbs. Meanwhile, Dr. McKinnon
looked in on me only occasionally, since there was nothing to
trepan and his miner patients made incessant demands upon his
Dr. McKinnon drove about Spring Hill in a sleigh drawn by
a pair of beautifully matched sorrel horses, wearing straps of
sweetly jingling sleighbells. He was always in a great hurry,
and his laprobe of dark fur, which he more often sat on than
kept over him, fluttered and flowed as he dashed, with a wild
sounding of bells, on his rounds. He had studied medicine, I
learned from the Aikens, in Edinburgh and London. Both of
these places were as remote to me as Cathay. Yet later, as a
postgraduate student of medicine, I was to walk the very halls
where Dr. McKinnon had studied.
This doctor had a son, a little younger than I, who often ac-
companied his father on his visits. He was a pampered child,
it seemed to me, but pleasant enough. He got into the habit of
coming to see how I was getting on, and soon we were friends.
The doctor now began to take a more personal interest in me,
and asked about my family, where I came from, and what I
hoped to make of myself.
Here’s what’s next.
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Atkinson, Donald Taylor. Texas Surgeon: an Autobiography, book, 1958; New York. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143566/m1/36/: accessed May 27, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.