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This chapter lead to one of my first executive decisions when I came across 2.5 pages that had been crossed out. I decided to transcribe it anyway using strikethrough. I can honestly understand why it was all cut out. I feel like the author may have been drunk and heartbroken.
I also included a picture of the first page for your enjoyment. Also so that you can see the nonsense handwriting in dealing with, keeping in mind that this is probably the most exemplary form. Later it becomes more hurried and scrawled.
Chapter 2
When a more careful examination had been made after reaching the ranch, Dr. Cameron found that the limb on which the man had fallen had broken some of his ribs and bruised his side, which was black and blue in places. But still that limb had stopped his fall to the bottom of the canyon, nearly a mile below and it was a miracle he was alive at all. The Doctor on arrival of the case and medicines, administred an aneastetic, in order to alleve any pain or trouble the patient would experience when the fraction of the skull was cut out and bone removed. The Doctor requested his sister jeanne to stay in the room while he was performing the operation in order to help him when necessary. Doctor Cameron found a small clot of blood on the brain, under the broken bone. This he removed and sprayed the orifice with an antiseptic spray to guard against any trouble after the trepan was back in place. He was expeditious and soon had his patients head in as good shape as it was possible under the circumstances. Then bandages were put around his body to hold the broken ribs in place. In doing this they found a leather belt around the mans body well filled with gold coin and concluded from his clothing and general appearence that he was no common miner. He was perhaps between sixty and seventy years of age, of athletic physique and as he showed no signs of disipation, Dr. Cameron told Jeanne his chances of revovery were first class.
As soon as the man came to, he opened his eyes and looked around the room, first at the Doctor and lastly at Jeanne. He turned deadly pale and called out, "Oh! Jeannette" and fainted away. The Doctor told Jeanne to retire. he then administired a restorative, and the man soon came back to conciousness and asked if he was in havean, and who and what was the name of the Doctor and his sister? and who they were? He told him his name was John Frazen Cameron and she was Jeannette Cameron his twin sister. The Doctor then said "you must take this now to quiet your nerves, then try and go to sleep and when you are strong enough, in a day or two, maybe we will have a talk, for I think there is much we can tell you, and that you can tell us. Rest assured , you are in good hands and among friends, and drop off quietly to sleep, if possible, after thaking this cordial." It was some time next day before the man awoke. He was hungry and much better every way. Jeannie brought him in a meal suitable for one in his condition. Bathed his face and hands, and did other little things, for his comfort. His eyes following her every motion, while the utmost atonishment wonder and perplexity of expressions, were on his conciouse(??), as though he was trying to fathom some mystery. For strange and mysterious are the dealings of an over?????? Providence, and only ourself assertiveness prevents many of us from realizing that fact. In this case, it was soon to be made plain to the wounded man, why this accident had befallen him (see page 134)???