The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1866-07-11
bow the Cholera Dead are Buried At the New
York Quarantine.

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| The New York World gives the following
graphic, CHASTITY description of the manner Of
the burial of the bodies of those who die of
cholera at the New York quarantine
At nine o'clock every morning the sloop
bearing the cholera corpse departs from the
| Falcon ten miles southwestward, to the quar-
antine burying ground on Staten Island
The black outline of the Falcon, which with:
out her masts and freed from cargo. rises abb
ruptly forty feet high out of depths, presents
strong contrast to the meagre-size bowl
shaped, sluglshly-moved dead ship that hugs
the water and drinks the waves as if to seek,
obscurity and publication for her loathsome
load. They are well mated-the gigantic
faicon Is the huge monster that daily belch-
es out the victims whom the disease it nur-
ses is continually killing, while the small. re-
puislve sioop plays lackey and tender, carry
ing on the nauseating remains of those that
It's Digger brother refuses longer to hold.
The two men who now MANAGE the gloon
and convey as well as inter the bodies are
stalwart Russians, of unusual strength. But
recently serfs in their own country. they un-
derstand but enough English, and possess
but sufficient personality, literally to obey
their sad orders and solidly to perform their
disgusting, though necessary work. What
nature gave them In muscle she has with
heid In sensibility. The corpses, say six, are
iald In PARALLEL lengths on the deck, partial.
~ covered with sail CLOTH The unused an
chor weighs down oneend of the only shroud
which the poor dead but temporarily DOS
sess. 10 Keep the other end from tapping
an unapPreclated requiem, Joseph runs be-
low, leaving Nicholas whistling at the wheel.
ana brings up the bread box to place upon
the cloth, and hinder its wind made mo-
ton But that is not sufficient, though no
otner means are resorted to, screen the dis
colored corpses. The breeze is inouisitive.
and lifts the side of the covering to show
the sun on whom he is shining. A man of
mldoie age, woman in her fourth decade.
between them is an infant whose prattling
on earth is hushed forever, beyond these q
Young wife, near her gray haired man, and
at Instance youth, the vigor of early life
Visible even in death-lie side by side. while
distorted features, the last swamp which ag-
ony Impressed, and a fetid, indscribable odor
that offends the air and sickness the senses
tell the dreadful story and show the more
horrld effects of the terrible pestilence-
Flaxen hair, rounded features, compact frame |
the now pallid blue of the staring ewes that
Will not Shut suggest their German birth
indeed, the fatality is almost universally |
among this class. Hundreds have left the
grandeur and the gayety of the Rhine. onIv
to breathe their death gurgle at the mouth
OF the Hudson, on the portals of the land
whittier freedom, safety and abundant on
portunity wooed them.
The sloop forces alanguid passage through
the waves, that dashes with monotonons
tnud, against her sides, while the stiIlnes
OF the AIR and the silence of the dead are
rudely marred by the Indifferent jokes ofthe
duai crew, than which the occasional creak-
ing OF the restless mainsail is not less GRATING
to the scene. '''s
Inc ground reached and open grave games
ready tor the dead yet death-breathing bod
les. More than five deep and two and half
rect wide, it seems spacious but when il is
remembered that six distorted shapes that
once were human beings are to be damned
IN that hole, disgust is felt at its Shameful
1t was dug the night before
by men who never attend the burial hut
their part of preparation done, averse or fear
tul OF experimenting the conclusion of tbe
horrd work. The corpses are taken hurr;-
eddy graveyard, and thrown in their order
Of size, which brings the young wife next TO
the top and the infant upon her breast
Neither coffin, shroud,. nor even a box is
there. Strong hands shovel in the WAITING
earth on the almost bare bodies. Six SO
nearly I'LL up the cavity that but few spades
Jul OF earth suffice, and those descend not
With the ringing sound that salutes the con.
lined dead, but with dull, heavy echoeless
sound OF dirt against flesh. Perhaps nine
mai inches of clay cover the upmost corpse, |
perhaps less. No prayer, no mourners no
priest, no shroud, no coffin, no friends. with
'ne-slxth OF one grave, and meagre morsel
u earth for their cover, the daily augmented
'holera dead sleep on by the side of the
ocean, and at the door of a land in which,
coming to seek home, they were not able
o obtain decent tomb.
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