The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-07-28

other day every effort was made tc
check it and stamp it out, but the
| camp had already been pitted with it.
! Cases were taken out of the surgical
wards of the hospital tents, and out of
the officers tents.
General Duffield was one of the vic
Tins, and he is now in the general
J Captain Fred Alger, son of the secre-
tary of war, is now in quarantine, hav-
ing attended General Duffield before
| the latter officer was a suspect. 1t is
not thought, however that Alger is
likely to develop the disease.
ARMY INFECTED.
Since the cases developed here at the
! beach hospital, they have begun to
come in from the front, six miles away,
with startling swiftness. The men,
worn with hard work, hard fighting and
repeated drenchings, under the hand
kerehief-like shelter tents, were ex-
posed to the infection of the horde of
10000 refugees that swept out of San
tiago like cloud of locusts, as soon
as the gates were opened, and settled
like a yellow curse over the American
advance. The soldiers were held down
to bedrock limit in rations, to help feed
this same horde. Cases of infection
have begun to come in from the front
| at the rate of 100 sick day. First 30
per cent of these were yellow fever
cases, then so per cent, and now 20 per
cent.
Such are the present conditions. The
houses have been burned, the hospitals
have been emptied of both sick and
wounded, others being sent to the fever
camp or the observation camp, as oc-
casion demanded, and the others plac-
ed aboard the transports to go north,
or on the two floating hospital ships,
the Relief and Solace, where they will
have the best attention, without dan
ger of infection.
The transports are not all escaping,
however. Three cases have been taken
off the vessels in the harbor and sent
to the fever camp near Juragua City.
DIVISION HOSPITAL. ,
The big division hospital seems like
canvas city of the dead. The scores
of white tents stand empty beneath the
bright sunshine. All the wounded are
gone. A few attendants hover about
the big Office tent, while a uninterrupted
nurse or two keep in order the bright
instruments and clean the tables of the
operating tent. a few doctors and at
tendants fill the mess tent at meal
hours, for one must eat, even in cpl
denies, and an earnest chaplain or
two drops in from the front to look af-
ter the spiritual needs of the boys and
have a rest under the shade of Dr. La
Garde's tent. The great, busy surgical
hospital, however, is a memory of the
past. 1t is here, ready for business on
the instant of another fight and a force
of lazy Cubans, goaded by some weary
Michigan volunteers, are polishing the
streets and picking up refuse and
waste paper. 1t is the first work the
correspondent mas seen any Cuban do
since the war began.
Down on the beach, Colonel Jack"
Weston's commissary department still
is running a small, thriving town,
whose sole commerce is to hurry for
ward pack trains and wagon trains of
food to the front, to be eaten mostly
by the Cubans; but that is another tale.
But we of the hospital quarantine
against Colonel Jack so far as we
can do without him, and he is too busy
to quarantine against US, so there is
not much social intercourse between
the settlements.
The fever camp. out of sight of the |
valley, is cut off utterly except for the |
train that rolls back and forth several |
times each day with its sinister yellow |
flag and its cargo of victims and sup |
plies.