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-3- that the flies which swarmed about the hospital might not annoy them. Modern medicine has since proven that yellow fever is carried by the bite of a misquito, and to hor thoughtfulnexs was due the immunity of herself and hersnurses, as well as the checky to some degree , of the scourge. After the yellow fever had subsided, she went west to the fields of the Copper Queen Mining Company, in Bisbee, Arizona, then a little town lying between the Mule Mountains on the North, and the Mexican Border. She lived in a little tin shack, in one room of which stood her Army cot, her table with its litter of books and flowers, and her trunk. The other room 2 was furnished as a dispensary, where the wives of the miners used 4 to come with a sick baby for the "trained nurse to look at, " or I dragging a child who "didnt want his throat gargled!" Sometimes W it was only a shouted message for"the nurse to come quick!" 0 She would pick up her bag, always packed for First Aid, and hurry cabin down to a miner's whack, where Big Tom would be lying crushed and silent on the bed, or where by a flickering candle, a woman lay moaning and afraid of the ordeal and miracle ahead of her. It wasn't easy work-L this pioneer visiting nursing in the wilderness. It takes many lonely hours to make up two years of such service. Nor was it without danger: "I woke up one night to hear a queer noise against my shack. I sat up in bed and listened. It sounded exactly like a person edging along the side of the wall, so I reached under my pillow for my automatic, and waited. There was an open window nearby through which the moonlight was coming,

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