Dog red around eyes skin on hands and feet
pale face very weak
taken to doctor doctor said all well but have not gained weight or
grown hair for last six months.
I was looking forward to a trip to the country, and a nice homely
supper and bed. I was very tired and sick, and wanted to do my
duty, even if it was only a little one. But I had not had a
supper, so I thought I would have some dinner. I found the fire
alight, a hot meal ready and a nice warm supper table.
I saw the supper was made in a dish. At first I was very much
afraid to touch it, but finally curiosity got the better of my
nerves, and I took a piece. I tasted it and it seemed very nice.
It was like a vegetable custard pudding. There were raisins and
some other things in it. I liked it so well, I did not eat the
meat which was cooked beside it. I did not want any more, but
had more on the top of the fire.
I found there were little things all over the fire, about two
inches apart. I was afraid to touch them, and they were hot
enough to burn, but my hands and face came near them. I looked
out the window to see if I could tell where it came from, but I
could not see. The dishes I was using looked too dirty to eat
from, so I began to take my supper from the pot with the things
in it, using one pot to take what was in the other.
I was sorry to spoil the nice supper the lady and her little
daughter had planned for me, but the things tasted so good that I
could not stop. I had only eaten part of it, when I began to
feel the effects. I was so sick I had to lie down on the table.
The lady was so afraid of me, she would not let me have the cup
for water. After I had taken the cup, I could not hold the
dipper in my hand any longer, and had to use my teeth. I did not
know but the lady had put something in it. I suppose she thought
she was getting even with me, for I should never be able to cook
for her any more. She might have been trying to poison me. It
was her doing or she was guilty. I could not tell which. The
sickness did not come until after I had tasted the meat and
drank the water. I can never have any peace until I find out
what she did. I cannot rest a minute. There is an evil lurking
over all this.
I felt pretty bad the next day, and could not get up. The lady
said, "You are worse than ever you were in your life."
It may be there is some reason for my thinking about her being
poisoned, I can't tell. I would never hurt her, no matter how
bad I was. She has been a good mother to me. I did not know her
before she took care of me, and have only known her since. I
don't know whether she knows anything about me or not. I have
been trying to tell my mother about her. I do not know whether
she will think I am crazy or not. I am afraid the other inmates
will think I am crazy.
By Miss N. M. LITTLE.
I do not like to write about my troubles, but I have no
where else to turn. I would like to put down what I think about
the subject, and show the cause of my troubles, but I am not
sure I could state it so I would not be thought crazy.
I shall describe what I have gone through, hoping you will know
something that will help me.
I had a mother and father in this country, but when I was born
they died. I was very sick when I was born, and I cannot tell
you any thing about it. They had to leave me in the hands of
the doctor, so he could not take care of me, so I was left on
One day I found an old woman who was poor and was taking care
of me. She gave me a bottle of milk to suck, which she said
would help to nurse me, which I did. After awhile the woman
asked me if I had any other family, but I said, "No," I did not
know any. She then said that she had a place for me, and to
come with her to her house. I was afraid, and did not think I
should like it, but the woman was very kind to me.
In a short time my little brother was born, and I had to take
care of him, so I could not go, and I was homesick, but could
not tell anyone about it, because I did not have the money for
While I was homesick, the old woman kept asking me if I had
any friends in this country, and if so she would give them my
address. So I told her, for I did not know how to tell about
the trouble. She said I must come to see her, and that she had
a big lot of children, and she would try and find out if any
of them had any that were homesick.
I was glad to go to see her, and I knew I should be happy when
I was with her, for she was very kind and nice to me. She
brought me some clothes, and then she said if she could not find
any friends for me she would send me to the Mission home.
So, that night I went to the Mission home, and was to stay
there until I was old enough to learn to read and write. So I
stayed there two years.
I had a pretty good time at the Mission home. There were some
pretty good little girls there, and they made me very happy.
I could not study very well, because I was always sick, and
every time I was sick, they sent me home to be with my mother.
My mother would keep me in the house until I got well again,
and when I was well, I would take her back to the Mission home.
I was about ten years old when I started to work. I lived
with an old woman, and the family she lived with worked on a
farm in the afternoon. Sometimes the children took me with
them. I would go around with them and ask for work. I would
get up very early, and then I would go with the girls. They
called it "cattle-raising," and they said that was how they got
their money to buy all the things they needed.
Sometimes I would work for the women, and they would come home
from the fields, and give me something to do for them. I had
my lunch every day. My breakfast and supper was a cup of
coffee, a little bread and butter, and a piece of meat.
I remember how funny it was to see the little old women and the
little old men sitting down to supper. My father would ask me
to bring them their coffee and bread and butter, and sometimes
we would have company. The company would be a lot of big men.
They would be in the old wagon which was