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one who can have them under such unique circumstances, and for 

 me personally my adventures during this time are as interesting 

 in retrospect as any others. 



It was in the first week of April [1918] that we left Herschel 

 Island. During the last three months I had several times been free 

 from fever for a day or two, but for a week before we left Herschel 

 Island the fever had been continuous although not high. A sled 

 was specially prepared for me with springs taken from a small 

 spring bed. I was very comfortable from the start, and at the 

 end of the fifteen-mile drive to Stokes Point to every one's sur- 

 prise I had no fever. Mr. Fry, now that we were away from 

 the settlement, was less inclined to insist on the orthodox liquid 

 diet for a typhoid convalescent and I was allowed to eat one of 

 my favorite dishes, some frozen raw fish. This seemed to do me 

 good and next morning there was still no fever. This was so en- 

 couraging that it appeared no longer necessary for Mr. Fry to 

 continue with us. He said without the least cynicism or malice 

 that as I seemed to be getting along better the more my conduct 

 differed from what he thought it ought to be, it would probably 

 be as well for me to take the responsibility of doing as I liked, 

 letting him stay behind. 



I have told this story much as it now is in my mind but I may 

 have given a wrong impression of Mr. Fry. No man could have 

 been kinder or more attentive and no one's intentions could possibly 

 be better. He had had pneumonia himself, had seen several cases 

 of typhoid, and, as I knew very well, the things that he wanted 

 me to do were just the things that were considered by the medical 

 profession up to perhaps five years ago as the things that should be 

 done. No one will criticize him for insisting on the ordinary routine 

 of typhoid convalescence. I owe him and every one else at Herschel 

 Island my deepest gratitude for their trouble and for their kindness 

 and good will. 



Day after day we traveled through unsettled country and day 

 after day I had my breakfasts and suppers of meat and fish, some- 

 times frozen and raw but sometimes hot, boiled. And I felt better 

 and regained flesh, until finally when we arrived at the mouth of 

 the Crow River at the trading post of Schultz and Johnson I was 

 no longer in great need of the expert care of Mrs. Schultz, who 

 before her marriage had been a trained nurse at Fort Yukon. 

 But that I did not need the care does not mean that I shall ever 

 forget the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Schultz on my arrival. They 

 knew about my illness from the Indians who had carried my letter 



