Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-09-11

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How the Poor SnFdPrs Endure Their
Pain In Hoyee nd Gar rets.
From the New orlear emocrat, August p.
- Meah&ring through the
various streets, vi44g the children
here and adults theieh all stages of the
fever. the reporter atAst found himself
on St. Joseph street !etween Magazine
and Tchoupitoulas. The MONDAY sun
was sending down torrid rays, the
air was without percktible motion and
the oppression in brehing seemed I'M
usually great. An 81 negro man was
sitting in the windo{of a howell trying
to get some enjoymei out of his noon
day meal. The repder accosted him
and asked him if 4 pre- was anybody
sick in that yard, Aich was very
large one, and in hich there was
three-story tenemet. Blowing at a
hot potato he held inIspoon, the negro
said: Oars nobody ok here; but you
]es go next door. was one story
and low attic house With a narrow alley
offering admittancel Several negro
families occupied thdg ground floor, the
danes of which werl busy over char
coal furnaces preparg rather watery
soup for their spousel The place was
most nolsome. The otl of several days
had accumulated in tie confined back
yard, and from it arse an odor that
was stiffling. Addressing an ebony wo-
man Of twenty-five til reporter asked
whether any one WI sick in there.
Stirring up the conterB of black pot
on the fire, near TIL door of a small
room, she, without 1ising her head.
said: II believe tn an a man in yon-
der"
"What's tie matter 18th him?" asked
the reporter.
II dunno. don't now muffin bout
him." responded the COX.
The reporter passedaiong and enter
ed small room abou eight by twelve
feet. There vas rags i this corner and
that. Nearest the doc was confused
pile of cooking utensi,, and from lit
tie two-foot window hug dirty yellow
curtain a signal of tie dread disease
that has planted his lines within the
premises. At the endof the room, ly-
ing on pallet (if quilt on the floor
can be called a pallet)was stretched a
stalwartlooking man, down with the
fever. The heat was most intense. The
furnaces of the negro ooks added their
heat to that of the hrning sun. and
the temperature of theroom must have
been fully So degrees fahrenheit The
floor was level with the ground and
resting upon it. Th dampness per.
meated the wood, and At the interstices
of the boards the mud oozed up. The
man had been sick some days, and 'the
dochter had been therefrom the 'socia.
ton but the old man waited something.
I've been giving him a zee drap of bafe
tea, as the dochter SAID and l fale sure
he'll bay all right soon.' The wife had
evidently been at the torn, that is not
a hunters horn, and it vas rather slim
ulating. There were fully seven families
living in the house. n the outside of
the house there ran ID rickety stair.
way, which trembled 1t each step of the
reporter. The habitaton was of other
years. The antique white wash had
peeled off its weather. boards, and the
shutters had curiols way of never
moving on their hinge. In the attic, a
room with sloping sides on which the
sun beat with most innmperate glare,
rested upon bed man of apparently
forty years. The flush of fever over
spread his face, and the wild rolling of
his eye told that the nsidious disease
had taken its hold. A small bowl of
water stood at the sideo the bed, and
well squeezed lempa foated about
in it. The wife was at the bedside
and asked for something to get
medicine with. The Towards soon at
forded that. The room was like an
oven, and even a well man could hard.
ly stand the heat for frty-eight hours
there. The cold and ntnchalant man
mer Of the negroes of he yard showed
that they were perfectly callous to the
calls Of humanity, and cared little
whether either Of the sick men there
got well or not: The reporter then con-
tinued his walk till he ame to that row
of tenements at the conner of st. Joseph
and Tchoupitoulas streets, which in
1853 furnished so mucl a,iment to the
consuming power d the plague
Through anarrow alleywhich had been
covered over with lime the day before,
he penetrated, almost goping, by means
of a staircase, which the rays of the sun
never reach, to the first story, where he
was met by an elderly woman, holding
in her arms a sickly child, whose saffron
tint indicated that he was one of the
sufferers from the Epidemic. In an.
swer to the question, anybody sick
here?" she ushered the reporter into q
room Whara a yn,,nn ,nonaan lou ,,ros,