Judson, Adoniram, 1788-1850; Missionaries -- Burma -- Biography; Missionaries -- United States -- Biography
“The next morning I arose, and endeavored to find something like food.
But there was no market, and nothing to be procured. One of Dr.
Price’s friends, however, brought some cold rice and vegetable curry
from Amarapoora, which, together with a cup of tea from Mr. Lanciego,
answered for the breakfast of the prisoners; and for dinner we made a
curry of dried salt fish, which a servant of Mr. Gouger had brought.
All the money I could command in the world I had brought with me,
secreted about my person; so you may judge what our prospects were, in
case the war should continue long. But our heavenly Father was better
to us than our fears; for, notwithstanding the constant extortions of
the jailers during the whole six months we were at Oung-pen-la, and
the frequent straits to which we were brought, we never really
suffered for the want of money, though frequently for want of
provisions, which were not procurable. Here at this place my personal
bodily sufferings commenced. The very morning after my arrival, Mary
Hasseltine was taken with the small-pox, the natural way. She, though
very young, was the only assistant I had in taking care of little
Maria. But she now required all the time I could spare from Mr.
Judson, whose fever still continued, in prison, and whose feet were so
dreadfully mangled that for several days he was unable to move. I knew
not what to do, for I could procure no assistance from the
neighborhood, or medicine for the sufferers, but was all day long
going backward and forward from the house to the prison with little
Maria in my arms.
“You will recollect I never had the small-pox, but was vaccinated
previously to leaving America. In consequence of being for so long a
time constantly exposed, I had nearly a hundred pustules formed,
though no previous symptoms of fever, etc. The jailer’s children
having had the small-pox so lightly, in consequence of inoculation, my
fame was spread all over the village, and every child, young and old,
who had not previously had it, was brought for inoculation. And
although I knew nothing about the disorder, or the mode of treating
it, I inoculated them all with a needle, and told them to take care of
their diet—all the instructions I could give them. Mr. Judson’s health
was gradually restored, and he found himself much more comfortably
situated than when in the city prison.
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