Good Morning Doctor! - Chapter 45
It was before Iowa got out of the mud, before there was much paving, that I made what I still consider my prize trip.
About seven o'clock in the morning I started out by automobile with my chauffeur and two nurses to perform an emergency abdominal operation.
We found the roads were worse than we had thought. When we had gone about sixteen miles, the car mired down hub deep in the mud. Calling on a farmer for aid, we were driven in his lumber wagon over four miles of almost impassable roads to a stretch of pavement. From here we telephoned to the county seat for an automobile to take us the six miles into town.
At the garage in town we found that a man had made the trip ahead of us the day before and that he would help us, for he knew where we would have to have help getting through. On his advice we telephoned farmers at these points along the route to have their teams ready to pull us out. We needed every one of them, and with their help we finally arrived at our destination.
After the operation, so that we might get home in time for work at the hospital the next morning, we flagged a train in the small town where we had done the operating. And the train, remarkable as it seemed to us that night, got us home without trouble.
By the end of the trip we had used eleven different conveyances and twenty hours of time--at the slight cost of forty-two dollars!