Erasmus was born in 1843 to a very well-off family in Boston, MA. His father a doctor himself, it was known quite early that Erasmus would follow in his footsteps, and at the age of 17, with his father's influence and money, Erasmus began his official medical education. About a year later, the Civil War began.
Erasmus continued his studies for a couple years before the call for medical personnel became more desperate. Feeling it was his duty – despite harsh protests from his mother and father both – Erasmus answered that call and offered his services to the US Federal Army. He began his stint as an assistant, using his budding medical knowledge from his schooling to work effectively and efficiently with more experienced doctors. But the hands-on experience he gained treating wounded soldiers would far outweigh his time spent in the classroom.
For three years he aided wounded soldiers as best he could, from illness to disease to amputations, he rarely received a day of rest, following the army from battle to battle. Erasmus did not pay attention to the color of a man's uniform – nor the color of his skin. He felt it was his calling to aid mankind in whatever way he could.
When the war ended in May of 1865, her was faced with many choices. He could return to Boston and try to mend fences with his estranged parents, he could work somewhere else in the Northeast, perhaps even in New York or Washington, he could even travel south, as well. But in the end, he decided to travel west into the newest frontier.
Erasmus wandered from town to town until he came to Whitestone, Colorado. He loved the climate, the rugged beauty of the area, the fresh air of freedom and the open range of possibility there, and since the town didn't have a proper doctor, he decided to set-up shop there. With what meager funds he had remaining, he bought a small building that he could use to both see patients, while having a living space in the back.
Out on the Front Range, danger lurked around every corner, even if it was a different kind than what he faced in the war. He hoped to become a part of the community, perhaps even one day considering politics, depending on the situation. Hopefully a wife and possibly some children were somewhere in his future, as well. Until then, there was always the possibility of the brothel down the street to help relieve any tension he might feel on those cold, Colorado nights. And when he was bored, a game of cards, chess, or backgammon likely wasn't far away, though he didn't gamble, generally keeping his hands – and reputation – clean.