But
Craig did not propose to stay there, for he arranged for
accommodations in a near-by town, where we were to take our meals
also. It was late when we arrived, and we spent a restless night,
for the inoculation "took." It wasn't any worse than a light
attack of the grippe, and in the morning we were both all right
again, after the passing of what is called the "negative phase."
I, for one, felt much safer.
The town was very much excited over the epidemic at the hall, and
if I had been wondering why Craig wanted me along my wonder was
soon set at rest. He had me scouring the town and country looking
up every case or rumour of typhoid for miles around. I made the
local weekly paper my headquarters, and the editor was very
obliging. He let me read all his news letters from his local
correspondent at every crossroads. I waded through accounts of
new calves and colts, new fences and barns, who "Sundayed" with
his brother, etc., and soon had a list of all the cases in that
part of the country. It was not a long one, but it was scattered.
After I had traced them out, following Kennedy's instructions,
they showed nothing, except that they were unrelated to the
epidemic at the hall.
Meanwhile, Kennedy was very busy there. He had a microscope and
slides and test-tubes and chemicals for testing things, and I
don't know what all, for there was not time to initiate me into
all the mysteries.
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