Part 26 (1/2)

Only thirty-two steerage passengers dead since last report, but nearly all are sick Hardly any one to attend to theust 10--Mrs Brandon and Edith both sick Frank prostrate again God in heaven, have ust 15--Mrs Brandon and Edith very low Frank better

August 16--Quarantine Station, Gosse Island I feel the fever in my veins If I die, farewell, sweetest sister

December 28, Halifax, Nova Scotia--More than fourthe interval s have occurred These I will now try to recall as I best can

My last entry was made on the day of the arrival of the _Tecumseh_ at the Quarantine Station, Gosse Island, Quebec We were delayed there for two days Every thing was in confusion A large number of shi+ps had arrived, and all were filled with sick The authorities were taken by surprise; and as no arranges the suffering was extrehtful record of deaths, and with several hundred sick still on board, coers were removed so of our arrival was struck down by the fever I suppose that Frank Brandon may have nursed me at first; but of that I am not sure There was fearful disorder There were few nurses and fewer doctors; and as fast as the sick died they were hurried hastily into shallow graves in the sand I was sick for two or three weeks, and knew nothing of as going on

The first thing that I saw on co to ed Unutterable grief dwelt upon her sweet young face, which also was pale and wan froh which she had passed An awful feeling shot through me My first question was, ”Is your mother on shore?”

She looked ather hand, pointed upward

”Your brother?” I gasped

She turned her head away I was silent They were dead, then O God!

and this child--what had she not been suffering? My h the clouds which sickness had thrown around it ”Poor child!” I said ”And why are you here?”

”Where else can I go?” she answered, mournfully

”At least, you should not wear yourself out by my bedside”

”You are the only one left whom I know I owe you far iven you”

”But will you not take soer You are too weak now to think of these things”

She laid her thin hand on ently I turned my head away, and burst into a flood of tears Why was it that this child was called upon to endure such agony? Why, in the ony, did she coer on that day; but the next day I was stronger, and o and repose herself

For two successive days she came back On the third day she did not appear The fourth day also she was absent Rude nurses attended toof her My anxiety inspired y that on the fourth day I rose froered about to find her if possible

All was still confusion Thousands of sick were on the island The mistake of the first week had not yet been repaired No one knew any thing of Edith I sought her through all the wards I went to the superintendent, and forced hi

My despair was terrible I forced the superintendent to call up all the nurses and doctors, and question them all, one by one At last an old Irish woman, with an awful look atabout her, and whispered a word or two in the superintendent's ear He started back, with a fearful glance

”What is it? Tell, in God's name!”

”The dead-house,” he murmured

”Where is it? Take ered after her

It was a long, low shed, open on all sides Twelve bodies lay there In the middle of the roas Edith She was el

A sh she sluht her in my arms The nextin one of the sick-sheds, with a crowd of sufferers around ht, and that was Edith I rose at once, weak and treth to my body An awful fear had taken possession of me, which was acco feet, to the dead-house

All the bodies were gone New ones had come in

”Where is she?” I cried to the old woe there She knehom I referred