The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1898-09-08

"nen nobody was at hand 70 learn his
name, and that some poor woman waiting
DIT nome woman would never know what
became of her loved one.
Next morning they told ME that toward
midnight he opened his eyes and almost
shouted, ''Where is she? where is she's
leu her to write to my father.'' And
'nen the poor soul was off again. into the
shadowy land. 1t is needless to saw that
since then l have spent a good deal of
lime oy the tall cavalryman's cot. And
yet we have learned nothing. A dozen
times he has looked at me with full in
telllgence in his eyes and several times
mas called me Rosa -doubtless the
name OF somebody be loves. He knows
when am with him, takes his beef tea or
spoonful of brandy obediently. snuggles
up as closely as possible and goes con-
tentedly to sleep. But all efforts to Get
his home address have so far failed. He
only smiles happily and says Eyes, Rosa.
write; please write. 1t is barely posi-
BILE that some one who reads this NAV
have an idea who he is. | Judge that he
is not city-bred man, but from the rural
districts Of the middle West.
He is apparently about 10 years old;
eyes pale blue, black hair slightly sprink-
led with gray, heavy beard and tawny
monstache. This is his sixth day of
semi-consciousness and there is no change
except that his body is growing weaker
and his lucid intervals more frequent.
The Doctor says there is some hope Of his
life-and that if he does recover it is a
miracle, wrought by woman's care.
Pardon this too-long story OF an indvidu-
al case. l gave it to you as au example of
hospital experience.
Today | talked with yellow fever con-
valescent, fresh from Siboney. He said
that OF the 100 patients in that hospital.
only about 200 have yellow fever, and the
proportion of deaths among them is 80 per
cent. He told of man sent from Wash
ington to Santiago as postal clerk, whose
name he could not remember Two days
ago he was brought to the Siboney hospi-
tai and died the same evening. 1t is es-
timared that a daily average of twenty
yellow fever cases are scattered about
Santiago, exclusive of the army. In this
part of Cuba the dread disease is at its
worst between the middle of August and
the last of September. Yesterday a man
was brought into Miss Wheeler's hospital,
shaking like leaf with the deadly chill,
who sank into insensbility before they
could get him into bed. Half an hour
case Of yellow fever and ordered the
victim to be instantly remove1-for the
sake of the hundred others. The poor
fellow was laid on a stretcher, put aboard
| a boat and rowed to Siboney; and was
dead when he reached there. This morn
ing two young fellows We're brought to
the hospital door with an order from the
palace for their az mission. Each was as
sisted by two comrades, who held him up
under the arm pits, and sank into a pitt
ful heap on the floor when the helping
hands We're withdrawn. Just then the
Steward came along In Gods name, -
said he, what are these yellow fever men
doing here? Ont with them, quick as you
cam" Pity them as We did. there was no
help for it. Some of the immune nurses
hurried the fainting fellows back over the
long pier, down the street and across
another pier to the suspect" building.
another anG smaller boat house. a few
rods from ouI hospital. Til lie the poor
fellows waited, more dead than alive
until the boat came; then with two ''sus-
pects,' and yellow fever corpse dashed
on board, they were taken to Siboney
Ii miles distant. A sadder sight | hope
| quick and the dead-the out stretched
corpse in its sheet the conspicuous object,
and the living men in their mud stained
uniforms and gray siouch hats, trying
to keep up brave front on their way to
| almost certain death. The same thing
may happen to any of us, tomorrow-to-
I day. Two lines of half forge ten poem
keep running through my mind;
The wind howls heavy with death and
sorrow
| To-day it is thee; may be me tomorrow
Yesterday dark haired young Irish
man lay on a cot SO close beside me that
with one sweep of my fan l could keep
the flies off both him and "Guy'' This
morning the cot was empty. "What has
| become of the man who was here?' |
asked the nearest male attendant. ''Ask
me an easier one; he's Dead" replied
the immune, with a CHASTITY attemps at
wit. ''Yellow Jack got hold of him in the
night; we started him off for Siboney, out
he didn't live to get there
Another sad, sad case is that of Captain
frederic, of Akron, Ohio. A handsome
and gallant young officer, the picture of
robust health and beloved by every body,
he came into the hospital the other day
suffering from headache. He said he was
not bit sick, but thought he would like
to lie down and rest awhile. He was
| given a cot his head bandaged with cold