In spite of Dr. Hartigan's vigorous protest, the Sanitary Board shows a singular reluctance to deal with thg mosquito-infested pools, which, we are told, provide breeding places for the malaria-bearing pests.—" Daily Papers."
Yo who would doubt that mosquitoes malaria microbes imbibe, List to the storysof Hearty Gun, medicine man of his tribe.
Deep was the Hearty Gun's learning, great his renown as a chief, Long had he ruled in the wigwam, bringing, to sickness relief; Potent' the charms he could muster, yet did the warriors die, Then met the wigwam in Council, demanding of Hearty Gun ' Why?
Up spoke a chief, 'O my brothers, malaria lurks in our camps, Know ye the nimble mosquito doth spread it about from the swamps Wo find that he carries contagion, and who-so he bites droppetin devd, He breedeth in pools and morasses and visits our camp. I have said.'
Then made the Hearty Gun answer, Wisely my brother doth speak; Let us destroy the mosquito, ere further havoc he wreak; Let us fill up all the puddles, where lurks our insidious foe."
Swiftly the warriors checked him, That means expenditure. No athfal was Hearty Gun's visage, burning the language he spoke, "Are all our zealous researches, merely to end then in smoke?
Just: for the sake of a dollar, must we sco warriors die?
'Brother, the cost is excessive!' the Council as one made reply.
So did malaria ravage warrior, papoose and squaw, Spite of the Hearty Gun protests, spite of their science and law; And, when they, weakened with ague, by worthier tribes were o'er-run, Cured they their previous blindness.
Heed ye the story of Gun!
—"Dolly," in the China Mail." cellaneons.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.