Arizona republican., 1903-06-14
TOLD BY MEN WHO STARVED.

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 Aus tralia, give strangely divergent aC- counts of their feelings. says a writer in the Kansas City Star. Their stories go to prove that different men feel starvation in different ways. Some suffer intensely. others hardly at aE. Some feel acute physical pain, while the sufferings of others appear to be purely mental.
 A sailor whose schooner was wrecked on a voyage from the Cayman islands to Jamaica a few years ago, and who spent nearly two weeks in an open boat without food, was asked how he felt in that time.
 II hardly felt it at all after the first two days" he said. II seeme1 to out grow the longing for food. and I do not remember suffering any particular pain. 1 drifted along in a dreamy sort of way. not caring. what happened. Even when I saw the ship which picked me up l was not wildly excited. I was too faint to worry. The only craving
 
 of rum and a smoke of tobacco, and that was very strange, because I am practically q teetotaler and do not greatly care for smoking.
 "A man who is now receiving a big salary in the east had a hard time when he first came to the city. and together he did not have a decent meal hHrh hiS T torture.
 Il could not keep still" he said "Of- ten. when l was frigtfully hungry and hadn't a cent to buy anything, 1 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 watch ing the restaurants and wondering when l would get another square meat. The faces of the people in the crowded streets got on my nerves Faces, faces, nothing but faces, They streamed by me continually, day and nisht-not one of them familiar: not one of them kindly. It seemed as if iJ was my fate to stand still and see that awful procession of faces fit by fer ever. They did not strike me as be- longing to real people; they seemed like the faces of ghosts. When I drop ped off to sleep at night I used to see those faces in my dreams, anG fer months after I became prosperous they haunted me day and night like a night mare.
 My hunger caused me the keerest physical torture. Every bone in my body ached; my head throbbed vio- lently; I had terrible pains in my stomach, and half the time I felt as If l was just going to faint As socn as hunger fairly got hold of me I 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 a tmid feeble way, but when they turned aside I did not desist. A poor. Addressed woman gave me a dime one night, although l did not ask her. I got a good meal with it, but aftervarG felt hungrier than ever"
 An orchid hunter. who nearly per ished in Venezuelan jungle two years ago, and who lost five of his men by starvation, night after night when he went to bed, famished and exhausted would dream of the markets he had seen in various parts of the world He would behold Ladenhall market. in London. piled high with thousands of earcasses and tons of meat and inst as he put out his hand to grasp leg of beef or q sirloin steak, the vision would fade and in its place would be the gaily colored market of Panama with bananas, pineapples and orang es glistened brightly in the tropical sun light. Those, tco. would vanish when he tried to snatch them, and he would awake hungrier and more miserable than ever.
 "I could have borne the real horrors of the days q thousand times better" he said. If it had not been for the tantalizing miserables of the nights"
 This same explorer. during the mniith of semi-starvation which he experi- enced, suffered constantly from violent headache, dull gnawing pains in the stomach. and bad attacks of malarial fever. And all the time he "could
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