The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-05

" SAdtilpte. a young fefCutFS- whose /
name nobody knew, raved five days and
nights in the delirium of typhoid, until
death ended his sufferings. He lies in an
unmarked grave, his identity not yet dis
covered. Another mothers boy, a sweet !
faced, gentle fellow under 20. died of lung
tever, from sleeping on the wet ground
IN his rain-soaked clothes. Most of the
men have the local calentura-a swift.
sharp fever which runs itS course in a
week or two-induced from lying in the
trenches with insufficient food, during that
dreadful first week in July.
The most peculiar case that has ever
come under my observation is that of a
tall, bronzed cavalryman, who for six
days and nights has lain most of the time
IN an unconscious state. Nobody knows
who he is. He came rushing into the hos
pital one hot midday, a week ago. delir-
sous with fever, having walked from some
distant camp in the broiling sun. He
spoke to himself as Guy" and is now
known by that name though whether it
really belongs TO him as family or given"
name none can say. He spent the hrst
night alternately stalking up and down
night alternately stalking up and down
the hospital, imagining that he was com
mancing a regiment, and struggling with
the attendants in efforts to leap over the
veranda rail into the bay. Toward morn
ing he lapsed into Inconsistencies, and
lay for three days like one dead-jaw
dropped, eyes rolled far back into his
head, The only sign of life faint flut-
terins of the pulse. Though death was
momentarily expected the faithful stew
ard injected medicine into his arm at reg
ular intervals and poured few drops of
nourishment down his throat; and still
he fingered hour by hour-no fever now,
no weakening of the pulse, no change in
The rolled-up eyes and fixed expression.
1t seemed such a pity, a strengthening
man 10 die and give no sign
On the fourth day l sat beside him, hold
ing his two warm limp hands between
both my own, praying within myself that
heaven would send the poor soul back from
the border land of shadows, if only long
enough to send some message to the wait-
ing w!fe or mother, when suddenly change
flashed over the countenance; first an ex-
preston of agony, quickly followed by
smile, and then the eyes Enclosed and
! looked with fun intelligence into NINE
Holding fast the hands, as if by that
means TO stay the fiuttering soul, l bent
over him and said, Guy, tell me where
/ you lived. l viii write to your people" He
| understood and made a desperate effort to
! speak. The lips moved, bat no words came;
| then the eyes turned upward again tin
| nothing but the whites were visible, and
/ the strange, half unconscious state return
| ed. But he was not altogether insensibie.
! He moved himself to the edge of the cot
/ as close. to me as possible, and when held
! his hands remained quiet. And the instant
| l laid his hands upon his breast and tried
! to move away his arms beat the air like
/ wind mills, and a fearful expression came
/ to his face. So, there 1 sat till Oakland
still he made no sign. Then il was i'm
| possible TO stay longer, because imperative
duties awaited me elsewhere. 1 went re-
luctantly, and al night long was worried
| by the fear that he might revive for the
last time when nobody was at hand to
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waiting at home 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? whete is she? Tell
! her to write to my father" And then the
! poor soul was off again into the shadoWy
/ land. 1t is needless TO say that since then
l have spent a good deal of time by the
/ tall cavalryman's cot. And yet We have
learned nothing. A dozen times he has
/ looked at me with full intelligence in his
eyes and several times has called me
! Rosa" doubtless the name of somebody
he loves. I1e knows when l am with him,
/ takes his beef lea or spoonful of brandy
obediently, snuggles up as closely as posi-
BILE and goes contentedly 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 possible that some one who reads
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 sprinkled with
gray heavy beard and tawny mustache.
This is his sixth day of semi-cons seriousness
now 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-,ong story
of an individual case; | give ii 10 you as
an example of hospital experience.
To-day talked with yellow fever con-
valescent, fresh from Siboney He said
that of the 700 patients in that hospital
only about 200 have yellow fever, and the
! proportion of deaths among them is so per
cent. He told of a man who was sent from
Washington to Santiago as postal clerk
whose name he could not remember. Two
days ago he was brought to the Siboney
| hospital and died the same evening. 1t is
estimated that daily average of twenty
| yellow fever cases are scattered about
Santiago, exclusively of the army. In this
part of Cuba the dread disease is al it's
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 insensiblity before they
could get him into bed. Half an hour later
the doctor came, pronounced it a case of
yellow fever, and ordered the victim to be
instantly removed for the sake of the hun
bred others The poor fellow was laid on
a stretcher, put aboard a boat and remov-
ed to Siboney, and was dead when he
reached there. This morning two young
fellows were brought to the hospital door
with an order from the palace for their
admission Each was assisted by two
comrades, who held him up under the
armpts, and sank into pitiful heap on
the floor, when the helping hands were
Withdrawn. Just then the steward came
along. I'm Gods name,' said he what
are these yellow fever men doing here?
Out with them as quick as you can" 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 and
smaller boat house, few rods from our
hospital. There the poor fellows waited,
more dead than alive, until the boat came;