Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-08-31
A Deserted Citu.

memphis Correspondence Chicago Tribune
have thought to supplement the wires by
the mailbag Tonight, promising that the MSS.
shall go through seven processes of disinfec-
ton before it is dropped into the box. o, it
is no trouble, 1 assure you. There are gallons
of carbolic acid lying about, and burning tar
and sulphurous fumes befoul the air under the
profession of purifying it. When look out
on the dark, silent street, and these vapors are
waited through the open window, feel the
oppresslveness OF the presence of death with
that horrible odor of carbolic acid which
rises from the little saucers beneath the coffin
1t is
CITY WITHOUT PEOPLE,
this. The echo of my music, as whistle to
keep my courage up comes back in sort of
wall that jars on my ear. It is almost as bad
as a midnight stroll in a graveyard ones i'm
aginaton assisting to picture the hand of death
reaching out from the corner of every pad
smelling alley. To have lived in Memphis for
the past ten days is almost to have grown gray
with fright. The wild panic which seized the
city, the scramble for foothold on steamboat
deck or car-platform, the agony Of fright pic
tured everywhere, on every ones face, were
trying enough to the stOutest. More trying,
however, it has been to see the death rate
gradually crawl up, to familiar names
on the death-roll and in the record of the
smitten, to witness the monster fingers of
death relaxing and stretching forth to grasp a
wider hold on the doomed city. Then
THE HEARsEs BEGIN TO GO BY ON A TRoT,
and man fundamentally inclined could sit
down and figure on his chances, and from the
ratio of deaths to new cases" learn that if
attacked by fever he would hold the chance of
one out of two principals in duel where but
oIStn InH hoo thox Ha.,,
over handkerchief and he must choose his
weapon blindfolded. Ugh! am but human,
and SILVER at the thought No wonder. then,
that SO few are left, held by necessity or a
higher purpose. noble and phianthropic No
wonder that five physicians have turned pa
tients themselves and on their own prescrip-
tons sought cooler cline.
The panic that made ours a silent, sleeping
city, however, Godsend. 1t snatched
from the monster the human lives upon which
ne feeds. To crease the exodus has been the
aim of the benevolent societies.
You have read of the governments charity,
of its thousands of tents and it's thousands of
ratlons, gratis presentation to our distressed
| city. The tents are pitched on high hills in
regularly governed camps about the city.
| THE BENEvoLENcE OF HUNDRED CITIES
IS sending food for their poor unemployed oc-
cupants, and leave the city or die is the cry
of the true men who are fighting with all of
human strength this awful scourge. Strange
to say, many will not accept their offer of safe
ty. but cling to their hovel homes though death
grlns upon them from every crack in the wall.
Yesterday the negroes held mass-meeting, and
an effort was made by the mayor, our member
of Congress, and others to get them to agree to
go out into camp, play gentlemen of elegant
leisure and refined ease there, and be we'll fed
free of charge. Do you think they
would consent? No, they wouldn't. You see
they remember the plague of 1873, and thai
then the saffron reaper jumped the black ears
in his harvest of death. 1t is useless to tel
them that negroes are falling like sheep in the
streets of Grenada and Vicksburg, for they
still cling to their theory and demand to be fec
in the city at their homes. Already doze1
negroes have been attacked by the plague, ant
there is every evidence that it will sprea.
among the race. The hearse will have t.
take many boxes from their homes befor
their faith in their exemption can b
shaken. In the surrender of life and prop
erty into their hands, however by til