Apocalyptic fiction; England -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction
He paused for a moment and then continued: "Now in America both men
and women were attacked. There was certainly a greater percentage of
male cases, but I suppose something like half the female population
was infected as well. As far as one can judge the bacillus was simply
losing power. But for all we know it may have developed, it may be
entering on a new stage of evolution, and in some apparently haphazard
way now be beneficial to man instead of deadly. Such things may be
happening every day below the reach of our knowledge. The little
world is hidden from us, even as the great world is hidden....
"However," he went on more briskly, "the thing we do know is that the
symptoms of the new plague in America differed materially from our
expectation of them, gathered from the accounts that had reached us
from the Old World. In England the paralysis lasted, I believe, some
forty-eight hours and ended in death. In America the paralysis rarely
ended fatally, but it lasted in some cases for six months. 'Paresis,'
we called it. The patient was perfectly conscious but practically
unable to move hand or foot."
"That paresis gave us time to do some very clear and consecutive
thinking, I may remark," put in an American. "I had four months to
study my ideas of life."
The doctor nodded thoughtfully. "America is no less changed than
England," he said, "but it is another change. Well, you understand
that we did not all get the plague over there; the thing was less
deadly in attack and about ten per cent of us were left to look after
the patients."
"And find food," interpolated one of the listeners.
"That was a time we won't ever forget," agreed another.
"Sure thing," said some one, and a general murmur of assent ran round
the table.
"And all the machines were idle, of course," continued the doctor,
"and even when the tide of recovery began to flow we had to turn our
attention first to the getting of food."
"If it hadn't been for that we'd have been here before this," said a
young man. "I feel we owe England and Europe some kind of an apology,
but we just had to get busy on food growing right away. We couldn't
spare a ship's crew till three weeks ago."
"And the others are hard at it over there still," put in another. "This
is just a pioneer party."
"It's all so comprehensible now," said Thrale after a silence, "but
we had no idea, we never thought there could be any one living in
America. We thought that somehow we must have heard. One forgets...."
"We tried to get on to you," said one of the party, "by cable and
wireless. We kept on tapping away for months, but we got no reply. We
thought you must be all dead too."
"Well, we guessed you were having a real bad time anyway," amended
another. "You see we knew the way that plague had taken Europe but
we kept hoping and trying to get on to you all the same."
"We've got a message for Elsie, after all," Eileen said to Jasper
the next day. "There's hope for us yet."
"Yes, there's hope," said Jasper.
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