The Waco daily examiner. [volume] (Waco, Tex.) 187?-1888, 1878-09-25
FEVER INCIDENTS.

The sad and gloomy pictures of
the great scourge which comes us
from the cities of death, would fill
volumes. They are all alike, pictures
of human wretchedness and misery
and would saddcn the heart. But
from those pictures spring human
sympathy with a brothers woe. The
following touching incidents are from
the pen Of the late local reporter of
the Memphis 1raldnche:
Another black leaf turned
Another chapter in our book Of
misery turned. As castaways on n
desert isle each day for form and oc-
cupation's sake enter up in their
"1og," the monotonous record of the
dreary day, so we sit down to our
log book tonight. AS the day of
their lonely exile lengthcn into
months, and the new day brings
naught but the old hopes, the old
fears, the old longings and miseries ;
as the hand shades the eyes from the
setting sun for last, long, sweeping
glance over the indicted waste
of waters, as the seaman in
the fires light then sits down to
write the same record of disappoint-
ment--nothing changed, only hope
grown weaker; it cannot be but n
heavy, weary task. Sowe, prisoners
here, many of us homeland but
waiting the executioner--turn to
this daily duty with sad, sad hearts.
Outside, the soft moonlight plays
upon the street and wall and breaks
in shimmering brightness DER the
slate roof above. The silence of the
street is exaggerated as the trees
throw their wierd shadows and the
awnings darken the pavement. AS
the beautiful babe, so fair, SO winning
that death even could not have the
heart to mar the flower which he
plucked, lies as though 'twere but
sweetly sleeping so Memphis; SUI
pernaturally quiet with the softest
and most beautiful light flooding her
streets, seems but sleeping-only
sleeping.
A noise; and a wagon laden with
collins numbers up and goes rumbling
by. That wagon breaks the spell.
The eyes are shaded by the hand
which shuts the moonlight from the
eye and the bright fancy from the
heart. Through the mind in swift
panorama the horrid scenes of the
past day move swiftly. We shudder,
and walking to the window again
gaze upon the moonlight and its
shadows.
Yes, the city still seem to be sleep
ing, but is the sleep of death!
There was a touching little scene
on one of our streets yesterday. A
lady was going to see n
sick friend when she heard her name
called. Turning she saw q slender
girl, dressed in mourning, advancing
toward her. AS the child came near
err the lady recognized in her the
of u neighbor who had died
the day before near the city. The
little girl threw her arms about the
lady and, sobbing, cried:
"You aren't afraid of me, are your
":No, my dear" was the soothing
reply.
''Evcrything else is" said the poor
child. They won't come near me
because papa died of the fever, and
we were with him, | and mammal"
The little girls heart was stung by
the. chilling repulsion which came to
her in so deep o sorrow.
Illustrating the gold that is turned
up with the black quartz by the pick
of disease, occurred Thursday. Miss
Phoebe Mendelshon, young Jewish
girl, was staying in the suburbs, her
people having left the city. She
came into the city Thursday after
noon to get her mail and while at the
post-ollicc was taken i'll with the fc-
yer's prcmonitory chill. She show
ed the utmost dread and repuguance
10 going TO the hospital, saying, how
,vcr, she had no where else TO 90.
Mr.. II. 7. Oliver, an attache of the
,ilice, had his sympathies so touched
Dy the sad distress of the young girl
hat he Immediately rendered her his
lwn room and had her taken there.
Unable to get nurse till yesterday,
Mr.. Oliver, himself cared for his pa
lent through the first long night of
ever. She has good female nurse
,~.., n,I &. Insu.. nell