The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-02-14
,. exhausts him and quick

ly kills him.
In the ward which We had just passed
through there were only convalescents or
mild eases. At the end of this room there
was little cmaciated creature TIC was
so hin that his body in the bed was hard
~ outlined under the covering. He was
asleep as we We're passing by. lie came
from one OF the districts rdvaged by the
famine. To fly from the other evil he
came here and caught the plague They
woke him up, and he opened his enormous
and superb eyes He seemed delighted
when he woke up, or it might be that he
was still in a half dream. He had the
laugh of happy child. and cOmically he
shook his little shaved head. on the top
of which was the Mussulman queue that
looked like corkscrew. Then immedi-
ately ne dropped back to sleep again. The
doctor said he was getting better. His
IeVer was diminishing, and ne was as
In room further on there we're four
very bad cases. Delirium held one in ag-
ony. lie constantly called for help in A
hoarse voice that was gradually becom-
ing more and more faint. Tho attendant
held him Another was gnashinS his
teeth, and a third was motionless; per-
haps he was already dead
Further on III houses made Of bambOos
and mats the IIindoos who refuse the as
SlStance of any doctors who ire not Hin
docs are isolated. one old man was there
To the swelling under his arms a sort OF
white paste was applied. He was delr-
louS, and looked at us with vague and
vacant stare from which all intcIligence
seemed absent.
Stin further on was Hindoo woman
that was brought there the day before
along with her husband who died this
morning. She was sngulary beautiful
with delicate, pale face and blue-back
hair. Her arms were ornamcnted bv
bracelets, and golden rings hung from her
ears. For an instant she opened her beau
utul large eyes. and looked at us ike a
wounded gazele. Then, with "a painful
sigh, she turned toward the wall. making
her bracelets jingle as she moved She
still wore her blue tcholi. A variegaLcd
covering was thrown over her, and beside
her bed was a collection Of boxes and pots
of polished copper that looked like toys
As ! said, she was marvelously beautiful
not yet marred by the disease. which she
caught only yesterday. She slept there
quietly, more like some figure in a fairy
tale than an unfortunate MISREPRESENTATION
creature doomed to die in a few hours
through the ignorance Of the Hindoo doc
tor.
At last we left that sad hospital. No
sister of charity was there to bring a little
consolation 70 those sufferers, whose black
eyes. with their vague and deliriOus cX-
preston, sttll haunt me. ] felt an indie
scribable feeling of sadness al the idea of
not being able TO give them any relief or
TO express to them even one word of hope
IN their very difficult but soft and must
cal language
We returned to the city by another road.
which brought us in front of the field of
funeral piles. In the blue air Of the night,
which comes on very quickly under the
giant banyans, thick columns of red
smoke lighted IN a corner of the sltv /
stopped IN front of the house of he Par
see whom l had gone to see the day be-
fore He was dead. In the place where
his bed had been incense was burning in
a copper vase, ana in another copper vase
there were flowers. which must be renew
ed regularly during fourteen DAYS; while
in the Tower of Silence. under the blaz-
ing sun. ms bones Will whiten until they
are reduced to dust
Prince Bojidar Karageorgevitch.