When the doctor saw that the Harvester really would go, he sat down and wrote the president of the association, telling him in brief outline of Medicine Woods and the man who had achieved a wonderful work there, and of the compounding of the new remedy.
As he expected, return mail brought an invitation for the Harvester to address the association and describe his work and methods and present his medicine.

The doctor went out in the car over sloppy roads with that letter, and located the Harvester in the sugar camp.

He explained the situation and to his surprise found his man intensely interested.

He asked many questions as to the length of time, and amount of detail required in a proper paper, and the doctor told him.
"But if you want to make a clean sweep, David," he said, "write your paper simply, and practise until it comes easy before you speak." That night the Harvester left work long enough to get a notebook, and by the light of the camp fire, and in company with the owls and coons, he wrote his outline.

One division described his geographical location, another traced his ancestry and education in wood lore.