00000262 |
Previous | 262 of 347 | Next |
|
small (250x250 max)
medium (500x500 max)
Large
Extra Large
large ( > 500x500)
Full Resolution
All (PDF)
|
Echoes of Saratoga 217
could find remedies for every ill. From the shoots
of a tiny shrub she made a tea equal to quinine
in checking a fever; from the bark of a certain
tree she made a plaster that would stop any hemorrhage. She had plants at her command that supplied her with antiseptics and sleeping draughts.1
She was an independent, masterful negress, profoundly confident in her own methods, and scorning
" regular practitioners " as quacks.
La Rosa first achieved her reputation in the last
war, when she conducted a hospital in her house on
the Polvorin. Once the guerrilleros came; but she
hid her seventeen patients in the thickets almost
within hearing of the enemy, and stole out by night
to fill her pails and jugs of water at the spring.
The guerrilleros spent a day and a night in her
house, and departed after burning it to the ground.
La Rosa knows all the great Cuban chiefs personally, and speaks of them more familiarly than
any one else would dare to. She consented to be
sketched, and put on her best turban, with a calico
gown of riotous color. But her husband, Jose, a
meek colored man about half her size, was timid and
suspicious : he would not sit for his picture. He
knew a person once who consented to be photographed and fell ill of a fever shortly afterwards.
He was old now, and would run no risks.
It is saddening to find men whom you saw yesterday joking and swearing and boasting, lying silent with half-closed eyes, or gasping in spasms of
1 I made a careful list of Rosa's drugs, with the names of the roots and trees
from which she compounded them ; unfortunately for the advancement of science it
was lost, with some other correspondence.
| Title | Marching with Gomez |
| Creator | Flint, Grover |
| Publisher | Lamson, Wolffe and company |
| Place of Publication | Boston, New York [etc.] |
| Date | 1898 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000262 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | Echoes of Saratoga 217 could find remedies for every ill. From the shoots of a tiny shrub she made a tea equal to quinine in checking a fever; from the bark of a certain tree she made a plaster that would stop any hemorrhage. She had plants at her command that supplied her with antiseptics and sleeping draughts.1 She was an independent, masterful negress, profoundly confident in her own methods, and scorning " regular practitioners " as quacks. La Rosa first achieved her reputation in the last war, when she conducted a hospital in her house on the Polvorin. Once the guerrilleros came; but she hid her seventeen patients in the thickets almost within hearing of the enemy, and stole out by night to fill her pails and jugs of water at the spring. The guerrilleros spent a day and a night in her house, and departed after burning it to the ground. La Rosa knows all the great Cuban chiefs personally, and speaks of them more familiarly than any one else would dare to. She consented to be sketched, and put on her best turban, with a calico gown of riotous color. But her husband, Jose, a meek colored man about half her size, was timid and suspicious : he would not sit for his picture. He knew a person once who consented to be photographed and fell ill of a fever shortly afterwards. He was old now, and would run no risks. It is saddening to find men whom you saw yesterday joking and swearing and boasting, lying silent with half-closed eyes, or gasping in spasms of 1 I made a careful list of Rosa's drugs, with the names of the roots and trees from which she compounded them ; unfortunately for the advancement of science it was lost, with some other correspondence. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| B |
|
| C |
|
| G |
|
| H |
|
| M |
|
| T |
|
| U |
|
| Y |
|
|
|
