"I was involved in a bad train smash in America," Dr. William Aughinbaugh once recalled. "I was shaving when it happened and crawled out the window still clutching my towel. The towel came in useful, for the first man I came across had his leg almost severed and I looked round for something to make a tourniquet. About me was the Utah desert -- not a bush from which to pull a branch.
"Then my eye caught sight of something grey on the sand. I reached over and got it. It was the wind-and-sun-dried carcass of a coyote. I broke off two of the ribs, placed them beneath the towel, and twisted until the blood-flow stopped."