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, THE YELLOW FEVER FACE.
" Yer so purity, We must see yerself,''
says Mrs. Delaney, satirically.
can but inadequately describe the
expression of my face. 1t was never a
good-looking countenance; nav, it was
always homely- The criticisms have
; heard on my physiognomy might be sum-
med up in the words sssternn and
''sour." Still it would pass in very,
/ very large crowd. But this-this is the
{ face of demonl My forehead is cor
rugated; my eyes are glaring and blood
J shot; my swollen lips are bloody and
cracked; and my discolored teeth, set
J fast, and expressing murder and de-
structiveneSs, are a combination and q
form, indeed, 10 give the world assur-
ance OF a fiend! l try to mitigate the
expression by an attempt tc smile, and
produce hyena.
On the fourth day 1 suffer indescriba-
BILE torture, and my mind is filed up
with frenzy and horriied imaginings.
The central delusion is, that | am con-
demned to whirl, in the same manner
as water-wheel, over measureless
chasm, for Just 1000, 900 years, Phan-
tasmagoria, in the form of endless pro-
cesslOns of men, women, and beasts,
each looking and leering at me, and
hooking my sufferings, pass along in
endless array, l know it is the result
OF opium given to deaden the
TERRIBLE TORTURE
in my abdomen; but the drug does not
succeed in mitigating it to any extent
Next day, so my nurse now informs
me, asked her more than thousand
times, /" What have l done to be thus
punished. The pains, which in the
first stages had been somewhat obtuse,
now became acute, and shout aloud in
lntolerable agony. The pain in my
head feels as though there was an iron
frame on it, which was crushing in the
bones, till my tortured eyes seem bound
to jump out of their sockets. The
bloody discharge from my mouth and
nose continues, and glance at the mir
ror on q chair at my bedside shows that
my features have acquired striking re-
semblance to an enraged yellow 60
rilla.
"Ifye git the bloody sweat, yer gone,"
says Mrs. Delaney, with charming SYM
pathy.
learn from her that fatal symptom
of yellow-jack is a universal bleeding
from the pores of the skin, and that,
when this makes its appearance, the
patient may as well throw up the
sponge. | tell her boastfully that blood
sweat or black-vomit has no terrors for
mel would just as soon have both of
them together. Shesays "Shut up!" but
says it softly, and endeavers to arrange
the sheet in which my tortured form is
partially enwrapped. The contact of
the mere cloth on my abdomen makes
me shrek with agony. l rise from the
bed frantically and approach the win
dow, and my burning eyes are saluted by
FUNERAL PROCESSION,
preceded by hearse with nodding
plumes. Shocked, in spite of reck-
lessness born of fierce pain, l lie down |
again, but no position gives comfort. |
The fiery heat which consumes my alb
domen is supplemented with horrible |
pains in my loins, thighs, calves, knees, |
ankles, and even toes, which feel as
though scraped by a razor and then |
gnawed by dogs sharp teeth.
The pain in my head becomes more
intense, and so does the agony in every
part of my body. No position gives
ease. My stomach and bowels have a
burning heat, as though scalded by boil
ing water or scorched by Goals of fire,
and | shrek, and blaSpheme, and curse
my nurse and landladyfor not adequate
ly assuaging my thirst. l lie on my
back or side, with knees drawn up, and
objurgate God and man. Then there
slOwl y comes a change. My skin, which
during the first three days was hot and
dry, and afterward, on the fourth day,
slightly moist, now perspires freely.
Worn out, lie gasping and grooming,
and still afflicted with pain and thirst.
The doctor is summoned, and comes
with his brown, genteel assistant, and
says he rather thinks | will be all right
in a few days. He looks pleased, and
so does his assistant. Mrs Delaney is
cool and unmoved. AS night approaches
she lights the gas (the light does not
hurt my eyes at ally and lets down the
curtain, and, seeing that l am tolerably
quiet, asks if she can leave me for half
an hour. l groan assent, while my
heart jumps with expectation. Her
toilet is easily made and she is gone.
NOCTURNAL EXCURSION.
and peer round for the water-pitcher.
Curses on her, she has taken it away
l fall back in profound despair. In
the silence of the night hear the noisy
EXPLANATIONS of card-players in the lit
tie coffee house on the corner across the
way. A wild idea crosses my Drain,
and l deliberately slide out of bed and
lie prone on the carpet. Then [ roll
slowly toward the door, lacking around
the table and my nurses chair so as to
save exertion. Then turn the handle,
and the door opens toward me No fear
of being discovered! l and my nurse
are the only occupants of the house, and
she is out!
am attired in simple costume con-
sisting of only one linen garment, while
around my neck is cloth stained with |
blood from my mouth. | descend the
stairs which lead to the side-door in the |
primitive manner of a child of ten |
months, and unlock the door leading to
the side of :he house. Across the mar
row street it is scarcely twelve feet in
WIDTHS the One-story coffee house.
The saloons of New Orleans are gener-
ally called coffee houses, and a number |
of them keep the fragrant decoction of
the bean of Yemen always on hand.
This coffee-house is simply a tenth-rale
bar-room, frequented principally by
"dagos," which generic title takes in
all men of Spanish extraction engaged
in fishing or bringing fruit or vegeta-
bles to market from points on the river.
The landlord, Misunderstanding " da-
CO." with dark, pallid face like Las
car, is playing cards with three of his
customers, with all the heat and noise
peculiar to gamblers of the Latin race.
| see them through stationary wooden
blind, which partially conceals the shah
by bar and the array of bottles and de-
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