It had been 30 years. Driving through the jack-pine country of northern Wisconsin on his calls, Doc MacKinnon reflected: it had seemed much shorter than that. In the long country-doctor days and broken nights of George Elliott MacKinnon, now 60, he had brought hundreds —thousands—of children into life. Many a Finnish logger had come to his office in little (pop. 452) Prentice, Wis. to be patched up after a knife fight. There had been fevers, croups, contagions, the flu epidemic of 1919, when Doc was out on the drifted roads for eight subzero days & nights,...
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