I turned around in fright, hearing his voice sent chills down my spine, “Where is she,” my body ached. In 1793 my life went downhill, more downhill then it already had been. My life is complicated I am 14, have no job, have a five year old brother to take care of, and no mother. My mother died from the yellow fever in the beginning of August, and with our father, he claimed that he loved us but he hurt us physically and he lied about caring about us. He was put in jail and we haven't seen him in 3 years. Although it is a tragedy having your only father turn wicked, It was more of a tragedy seeing our mother, the one that has always been there for us, the one that loved us, and the one that protected and kept me and mason save, pass like that. Me and my little brother, Mason moved to the other side of Philadelphia after her death hoping to get food, find a job, and spread the word on the fever. The fever was just starting but people weren't listening.
As we walked on August, 17 1793, looking for a job we came across a coffee house, You could smell the brewing coffee and hear the people chattering about the rumors on the fever. As I walked in with a
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Macy Johnsen, and who might this little one be” she said as she pointed to Mason.
“This is my little brother mason” he waved
“Oh isn't he just the cutest thing” She said cheerfully.
Well thank you very much” I said thankful.
She walked toward the back and told me to follow her. We were going to the back of the coffee house I am guessing to talk. WHen we got there a couple seconds later, she sat us down.
“why might you be so gloomy” she asked curiously.
“Well I seem to be put in a predicament where I am not sure what to do” I said very poorly. She nodded as to continue. “My mother has died from a case of yellow fever just a couple of days ago” I said with a teer about to come out of my eye.
“Oh no she said I assumed those rumors were a lie, I am very sorry for your lose she
At the start of the book, Fever 1793, the story takes place at the Cook’s Coffeehouse. The main character, Matilda, is woken up by her mom flipping open the curtains, yelling at her to wake up and get started on her morning chores before the guests arrive. Before the guests arrive, Eliza, a free black, also their cook, starts making food for the guests who will be arriving as soon as the shop opens. Matilda has to take care of the garden that is on the backside of the house, help get ready to open the shop, and also Polly’s chores because Polly, their serving girl, didn’t show up to work. After a while Matilda’s mom went to see where Polly was and found out Polly had died the previous evening because of an unknown illness. Matilda’s mom and Grandfather help out and did whatever else that
Murphy, Jim. An American Plague: the True and Terrifying Story of the Yellow Fever Epidemic of 1793. New York, NY: Clarion Books, 2003. Print.
...ve interest was free born and wished to marry her. However, after Harriet?s attempts to pursued her master to sell her to the young neighbor failed she was left worse off than before. Dr. Norcom was so cruel he forbade Harriet anymore contact with the young man. Harriet?s next love came when she gave birth to her first child. Her son Benny was conceived as a way to get around Dr. Norcom?s reign of terror. However, this is a subject that was very painful for her. She conveys to the reader that she has great regret for the length she went to stop her Master. Along with her own guilt she carries the memories of her Grandmother?s reaction to the news of her pregnancy. Clearly this was a very traumatic time in Harriet?s life. In light of these difficult events Harriet once again found love and hope in her new born son. ?When I was most sorely oppressed I found solace in his smiles. I loved to watch his infant slumber: but always there was a dark cloud over my enjoyment. I could never forget that he was a slave.? (Jacobs p. 62)
Keating, John McLeod. A History of the Yellow Fever. The Yellow Fever Epidemic of 1878, in
We begin his journey in Talbot County, Maryland where he was born. Being neglected the privilege of knowing his age, we are left with an estimate of the year in which he may have been born; 1818. His mother, Harriet Bailey, is immediately separated from him to break the natural bond between a mother and son. A common practice carried along by slave owners in order to ensure control over those who maintain their land. As a reader, I immediately noticed how his use of being denied something so important and natural instantly introduces a sense of anger towards those who deprived a child of something as graceful as the love of his mother. Although they were separated, his mother never gave up the opportunity to see her child as she would walk 12 miles after dark just to be able to lay down with her son. Dougl...
While I was sitting there by myself, a girl walks up to me. (I’m not going to say their actual names.) Once she sits with me,
Murphy, Jim. An American Plague: The True and Terrifying Story of the Yellow Fever Epidemic 1793. New York, New York: Clariton Book, 2003. Print.
Why me? what did I do? I try to increase the chance of rescue, keep everyone safe and now I'm forced to hide in this dark, wet, jungle. I am absolutely terrified and I feel as though I am a small animal being preyed on by a gigantic beast. I can hear footsteps and quiet chanting in the distance; the noises are getting closer.
My mother came a little closer to the fire. “How did you feel when the fire
Yellow Fever is a viral infection that is caused from the bite of an infected female mosquito, they are mainly found in areas of Africa and South America. There are three main types of the Yellow Fever virus: Sylvatic yellow fever, Intermediate yellow fever, and Urban yellow fever. Sylvatic yellow fever also known as jungle yellow fever is started by mosquitoes breeding in tree holes in areas, such as banana plantations; monkeys become infected when they are bitten by an infected mosquito, it continues to spread as uninfected mosquitoes bite and infected monkeys; then the process comes to humans where they become exposed to the virus when they are bitten by and infected mosquitos. The intermediate cycle are only in Africa and is also called
-There becomes a moment in your life when time tends to fade as a past memory until you completely realize that up till now you just live in the past which means you haven’t live at all-. This thought has opened my eyes to the inevitable reality. I look at the cracked high ceiling and really don’t know who I was for about thirty strange seconds. I can’t even imagine how the past shapes my life for the last eighteen years. I feel that I just skipped the worst part of my life. And now I believe that time itself had erased my memory. You think it strange, but it had.
Yellow fever is a tropical viral disease affecting the liver and kidneys, causing fever and jaundice and often fatal. Yellow fever is not a common disease in the United States. On the contrary it is very common in other countries. I will be stating how it 's transmitted and where it originated. What are symptoms you may have and what specialist can diagnose you. Some treatments you can get and what measures to take to prevent this disease. Lastly I will talk about what countries are at the highest risk of contracting this disease.
Aunt Leslie then snapped me out of my deep thought asking whether I was okay. I told her I was even if it was obviously a complete lie. "So shall we go back to Geraldine tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?"
In the distant ruins among the unknown, A depth of light lacked, as the ruin’s warlord commanded an endless amount of slaves. However, he did have some followers. Those followers were the guards. They had leather belts holding a variety of weaponry. You see long ago, in the deep midst of the not so abolished ruins. Calva discovered the hidden village. The village was taken down by Calva’s men, and nothing would ever be the same, At least not for a while. A treacherous man he is, ruthless some say. A man who controls an endless amount of slaves is not a man to me. He consecutively lashes the slave’s backs with a leather whip as cold as his heart. This is not a man to me. I am Raj one of those disrespected slaves. I have scars and bruises covering
We sat side by side for sometime until we acknowledge the other's presence with quick glances. Finally I decided I was the one who had to take the first step.