The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
Science
The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
The excitement and terror in Penruddock were very great. All but the
most necessary business was suspended, and of social intercourse
during the panic there was next to none. Ten cases in all were treated
by the physicians, and four of these recovered. The last two cases
were three or four days apart, but they were no less malignant in
character: the very last case was one of the fatal ones. I learned
nothing of the treatment; but the means used to prevent the disease
spreading, besides the strict quarantine, were chiefly fire and lime.
Everything about the sick was passed through the fire, and of these
everything that the fire would destroy was destroyed. Lime, which
abounded in the valley, was largely used.
A month after the last case the two physicians declared the quarantine
at an end, and a month later all fear of the disease had ceased. And
then the people of the village began to think of consoling themselves
for the dull and uncomfortable time they had had, and of doing some
honour to the two visitors who had served the village so well. With
this double purpose in view a picnic on a large scale was organized,
and there was plenty of eating and drinking and speech-making and
dancing, all of which I pass over. But at that picnic I heard a
conversation which made a very powerful impression on me then, and
which often has seemed to provide a bond which binds together all the
strange things of which I had experience at the time and afterwards.
In the heat of the afternoon I had happened to be with Mr. Leopold and
Mr. Furniss helping them in some arrangements which they were making
for the amusement of the children who took part in the picnic. After
these were finished they two strolled away together to the side of a
brook which ran through the park where we were gathered. I followed
them, attracted mainly by Mr. Furniss’s dog, but encouraged also by an
occasional word from the young men. At the brook Mr. Furniss sat upon
a log, and leaned his back against a rustic fence. The dog sat by him;
a very beautiful dog he was, black and white, with great intelligent
eyes, and an uncommonly large and well-shaped head. He would sometimes
stretch himself at length, and then again he would put his paw upon
his master’s shoulder and watch Mr. Leopold and me.
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