He was a man well acquainted with Whipple, and they saw each other often in Coventry (Greene). They even had a few adventures together like the night WVP was almost killed at a Christmas party. You'll have to wait for that essay and more on the man.
McGregor is a man I have gotten to know and like. In his old age, he often wrote the most beautiful prose and poetry. A bit flowery for many tastes, it was received by all with anticipation. His work could fill up a whole book just from the pages of the Gleaner. He actually did write a book about his hero relative, Dr. McGregor.
I will add one his anecdotes here, and a brief clip.
A Sudden Change
One of the most sudden changes in the atmosphere I ever heard of, occurred many years ago in one of the western states. It was in the spring of the year and the weather was very warm and sultry. Every frog pond was alive with peeping frogs when all at once a cold streak came over that part of the country and froze those frog ponds over so quick that the frogs had not time to pull their heads under water, so the next morning the boys were sliding on those ponds kicking the frogs heads off.
{signed} J. S. McG.
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