The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-06-20
HOW IT FEELS TO STARQE
DIVERSE SENSATIONS IY THE
 CASE OF DIFFERENT HEN.

Some Suffer Intensely, Others Not at Al,
 Mental PoSyors Inereused by Lack o1
 FOOd-The Dreams of Intense Hum
 ger.
 Men who have actually been on the point of starvation. whether in the streets of a big city. in the jungles of South America. in an open boat at sea. or on the sandy deserts of Australia. give divergent accounts of their feel ings.
 Their stories go to prove that differ ent men feel starvation in different ways. Some suffer intensely; others hardly at all. Some feel acute physical pain while the sufferings of others ap- pear to be purely mental.
 A sailor whose schooner was wrecked on a voyage from the Cayman Islands to Jamaica few years ago, and spent nearly two weeks in an open boat with out food, was asked how he felt during that time
 T hardly felt at ali after the first two days," he said. 1T seemed to out grow the longing for food, and l do not remember suffering any particular pain.
 Il drifted along in a dreary sort of way, not caring what happened. Even when l saw the ship which picked me up was not wildly excited. I was too faint to worry.
 ''The only craving I remember dis tinctly was for glass of rum and a smoke of tobacco, and that was very strange, because I am practically a tee totaler and do not greatly care for smoking"
 A man who is now receiving a big salary in New York had hard time when he first came to this city, and nearly starved. For days and weeks together he did not have decent meal, and, by his own account, he suffered tortures.
 T could not keep still" he said. Often, when I was frightfully hungry and hadn't a cent to buy anything, I would go to one of the free libraries and try to force myself to sit down and rest.
 But it was no use. Some irresistible impulse would drive me out into the streets again, and I would pace them restlessly for hours, hungrily, watching the restaurants and wondering when I would get another square meal.
 The faces of the people in the crowd ed streets got on my nerves. Faces, faces, nothing but faces. They stream ed by me continually day and night not one of them familiar; not one of them kindly.
 Tt seemed as if it was my fate to stand still and see that awful process sion of faces fit by forever. They did not strike me as belonging to real peo- pie; they seemed like the faces of ghosts. When I dropped off to sleep at night I used to see those faces in my dreams, and for months after became prosperous they haunted me day and night like a nightmare.
 My hunger caused me the keenest physical torture. Every bone in my body ached; my head throbbed violent ly; I had terrible pains in my stomach, and half the time felt as if was just going to faint.
 ''As soon as hunger fairly got hold of me lost every ounce of energy. I could not look for work as I had been doing; I could not even beg.
 Two or three times I asked men for money in timid, feeble way, but when they turned aside I did not persist A poor Addressed woman gave me dime one night, although I did not ask her! I got good meal with it, but afterward I felt hungrier than ever.'' An orchid hunter who nearly perished in a Venezuelan jungle two years ago and lost five of his men by starvation would night after night, when he went to sleep famished and exhausted, dream of the markets that he had seen in va.