The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-12-17
A Sensation at Cline
In. Which the Mystery of Infection

know of the visitation at tho earliest possible moment"
 You need, not fear for that" put in the intendant. T have told them and they are for the woods. There isn's much room left for the fever to spread now"
 The paternal intendant was dis traught beyond measure. He stood on the depot platform with lowered head, the picture of despair. The Health Officer and his Secretary had moved away to make arrangements for get ting sulphur and other disinfectants for the Immigration process. At last the intendant raised his head and looking up the railroad track beheld shamb- ling figure running towards him in the distance. It was q human hut for all that 1t was the very caricature of disturbed reason. The squatty object showed more distinct as 1t pulled in rapidly mid the shroud of fog. The strange sight reused the sorrowing in- tendant from his reflections. He lean ed forward with his hand lifted to his brow to discern the approaching ob- ject
 Suddenly the strange figure showed it's outline to be that of Henry voD. Sereich, the head of the Dutch colony which had recently bought in big strawberry plantation. At this seaso: he had his "KIondike" plants in the ground.
 ..Zu hellen, Mister Bollin, vat does we do, you say We hab der yeller fe- yer" blurted the wild looking German colonist, frantically waving a pair of short arms. What comes such as desc ven we are all asleep and ready no one for dem? Mein gott, burgher mas ter, you haf over here tell us der ad- vice ven you come into one yeller dis \ TN N-I1 T der plenty of doctors and skeeter skoot. But vat do ve haf ere? Der turpentine, der turpentine, sure. das vas 1t, go fer der barrels on der hillI Ve will fight it to der bottom, dis feber, and if you will but let me save your presence, We will give her myesteggs, 1 believe it you say, stick i'm mowyer a pitched battle. Anyhow. der sharp pointed beels which whine you about at night und zu sleep they will not let you until you oil yourself-"
 "Be calm. Henry, don't worry SO, It's not so bad as all that" broke in the tntendant anxious to console the col onist and mainly to save time.
 T will be calm you tell me some ding about dis skeeter fever Mir. Bol- lin." interrupted von Serelch wiEgiine up to the older man he was addressing. "Ye must save der Klonedikes which We haf just bought. Der geld We just paid to der capitalist vas all dot We had Can der doctor tell us vat to do init der strawberries? Mein Gott. will run und cover dem up init der straws Anythings to keep off der muskeeters from attackin' dem; I will run for my sons und wake dem up for der dooty of der hour. und ven ve haf barri- caded der berries We will also make ready for der skeeters; goodbye, MT. Bollin'."
 Thus concluded the rawlings of the disordered Dutchman. He whisked his round frame swiftly about, turned again and bowed courtly to the "burgher master" Mir. Boiling saw disappear into the haze of the morning the fantistic figure. clothed in his GUS tomary thibet coat and trousers. The collar was missing, indicating the hurry of the colonist when news of the yellow fever reached his home.
 In spite of the solemnity of the occa- sion, the intendant laughed. the first time since the day before when noth- ing grave was even suspected. The ex- citement of all the other people in the early morning was altogether serious to the heavily concerned pastor of the Cline flock. The hustle of the village German, leader of d score more just like him, was ludicrous. He had been attracted to the town or the country thereabout by the fabulous tales of strawberry wealth, tales that rather