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Show 238 That was a silly instruction, seeing that we could neither get to the doctor nor he to us, but you have to be decisive at a time like that. I also issued orders to my husband. "Go home and get my bag and bring it to me. " I proceeded, against the stinging barbs of the blizzard, up around the road and down the other side of the canyon to the house on the hill. "Help! Help!" I could hear a woman screaming into the wind. It was a neighbor woman standing on the step. "If you have any lysol go home and get it, " I told her. She disappeared, grateful for something to do. She had about a teaspoonful in a bottle which she brought, and then disappeared, this time for good. Inside the house a small box stove in the far corner was fighting a losing battle with the cold. Icicles hung from the ceiling, the door was a slab of ice which would not close completely, but allowed wind and snow to blow directly on the bed where the child was writhing in pain,-rra bed with no sheets, covered with camp quilts slick with filth. There was no hot water, and very little cold, no clean kettles or dishes, and the wash basin was ringed by built-up dirt, no soap or scouring powder, and no time. I wiped this out as best I could, found a string and a pair of scissors, poured in a little of the water and set it into one of the stove holes. "Have you any sheets?" I asked the girl. "No, but I have some new material I bought Saturday to make diapers. It's in the other room in the trunk. " |
