Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 166, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 July 1915 — The SCARLET PLAGUE [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]
The SCARLET PLAGUE
By JACK LONDON
COTVWIOHT t«IV- Miciwe ■XWPICATS'
CHAPTER lll—Continued. "But I am ahead of my story. When the great exodus from the cities around San Francisco bay began, and while the telephones were still working, I talked with my brother. I told him this flight from the cities was insanity, that there were no symptoms of the plague in me, and that the thing for us to do was to isolate ourselves and our relatives in some safe place. We decided on the Chemistry building. at the university, and we planned to lay in a supply of provisions, and by force of arms to prevent any other persons from forcing heir presence upon us after we had retired to our refuge. "All this being arranged, my brother bagged me to stay in my own house for at least twenty-four hours -more, on the chance of the plague developing in me. To this I agreed, and he promised to come for me next day. We talked over the details of the provisioning and the defending of the Chemistry building until the telephone died. It died in the midst of our conversation. That evening there were no electric lights, and I was alone in my house in the darkness. No more newspapers were being printed, so I had no knowledge of what was taking place outside. I heard sounds of rioting and of pistol shots, and from my windows I could see the glare on the sky of some conflagration in the direction of Oakland. It was a night of terror. I did not sleep a wink. ▲ man— why and how I do not know — was killed on the sidewalk in front of the house. I heard t£e rapid reports of an automatic pistol, and a few minutes later the wounded wretch crawled up to my door, moaning and crying out for help. Arming myself with two automatics, I went to him. By the light of a match I ascertained that while he was dying of the bullet wounds, at the same time the plague was on him. I fled indoors, whence I heard him moan and cry out for half an hour longer. "In 1’ a morning my brother came to me. I had gathered into a handbag what things of value I proposed taking, but when I saw his face I knew that he would never accompany me to the Chemistry building. The plague was on him. He intended shaking my hand, but I went back hurriedly before him. - ’Look at yourself in thp_ mirror,* I commanded.
“'My God!’ he said. Tve got IL Don’t come near me. I’m a dead man.’ “Then the convulsions seized him. He was two hours in dying, and was conscious to the last, complaining about the coldness and loss of sensation in his feet, his calves, his thighs, until at last it was his heart and he was dead. “That was the way the Scarlet Death slew. I caught up my handbag and fled. The sights in the streets were terrible. One stumbled on bodies everywhere. Some were not yet dead. And even as you looked you saw men sink down with the death fastened upon them. There were numerous fires burning in Berkeley, while Oakland and San Francisco were apparently being swept by vast conflagrations. The smoke from the burning filled the heavens, so that the midday was a gloomy twilight, and. in the shifts of wind, sometimes the sun shone through dimly, a dull red orb. Truly, my grandsons, it was like the last days of the end of the world. “There were numerous stalled motor cars, showing that the gasoline and the engine supplies of the garages had given out I remember one such car. A man and a woman lay back dead in the seats, and on the pavement near it were two more women and a child. Strange and terrible sights there were on every hand. People slipped by silently, furtively, like ghosts—whitefaced women carrying infants in their arms; fathers leading children by the hand; singly, and in couples, and in families —all fleeing out of the city of death. Some carried supplies of food, others blankets and valuables, and there were many who carried nothing.
“There was a grocery store —a place where food was sold. The man to whom it belonged—l knew him well — a quiet, sober, but stupid and obstinate fellow, was defending it The windows and doors had been broken in. but he, inside, hiding behind a counter, was discharging his pistol at a number of men on the sidewalk who were breaking in. In the entrance were several bodies —of men, I decided, whom be had killed earlier In the day. Even as I looked on from a distance, I saw one of the robbers break the windows of an adjoining store, a place where shoes were sold, and deliberately set fire to it I did not go to the groceryman’s assistance. The time for such acts had already passed. Civilization was crumbling, and it was each for himself. "I went away hastily, down a cross street, and at the first corner I saw another tragedy. Two men of the working *!■— had caught a man and a woman with two children, and ware
robbing them. I knew the man by sight, though I had not been introduced to him. He was a poet whose verses I had long admired. Yet I did not go to his help, for at the moment I came upon the scene there was a pistol shot, and I saw him sinking to the ground. The woman screamed, and she was felled by a fist blow by one of the brutes. 1 cried out threateningly, whereupon they discharged their pistols at me, and I ran away around the corner. Here I was blocked by an advancing conflagration. The buildings on both sides were burning, and the street was filled with smoke and flame. From somewhere in that murk came a woman’s voice calling shrilly for help. But I did not go to her. A man’s heart turned to iron amid such scenes, and one heard all too many appeals for help.
"Returning to the corner, I found the two robbers were gone. The poet and his wife lay dead on the pavement. It was a shocking sight. The two children had vanished —whither I could not tell. And I knew, now, why it was that the fleeing persons I encountered slipped along so furtively and with such white faces. In the midst of our civilization, down in our slums and labor ghettos, we had bred a race of barbarians, of savages; and now, in the time of our calamity, they turned upon us like the wild beasts they were and destroyed us. And they destroyed themselves as well. The/ inflamed themselves with strong drink and committed a thousand atrocities, quarreling and killing one another In the general madness. One group of workingmen I saw, of the better sort, who had banded together, and, with their women and children in their midst, the sick and aged in litters and being carried, and with a number of horses pulling a truckload of provisions, they were fighting their way out of the city. They made a fine spectacle as they came down the street through the drifting smoke, though they nearly shot me when I first appeared In their path. As they went by, one of their leaders shouted out to me In apologetic explanation. He said they were killing the robbers and
looters on sight, and that they had thus banded together as the only means by which to escape the prowlers. "It was here that I saw for the first time what I was soon to see so often. One of the marching men had suddenly shown the unmistakable mark of the plague. Immediately those about him drew away, and he, without a remonstrance, stepped out of his place to let them pass on. A woman, most probably his wife, attempted to follow him. She was leading a little boy by the hand. But the husband commanded her sternly to go on, while others laid hands on her and restrained her from following him. This I saw, and I saw the man also, with his scarlet blaze of face, step into a doorway on the opposite side'of the street I heard the report of his pistol, and saw him sink lifeless to the ground. "After being turned aside twice again by advancing fires, I succeeded In getting through to the university. On the edge' of the campus I came upon a party of university folk who were going in the direction of the Chemistry building. They were all family men, and their families were with them, Including the nurses and the servants. Professor Badminton greeted me, and I had difficulty in recognising him. Somewhere he bad gone through flames, and his board was 'X.-
singed off. About bls head was a bloody bandage, and his clothes were filthy. He told me be had been cruelly beaten by prowlers, and that hia brother had been killed the previous night, in the defense of their dwelling. "Midway across the campus, he pointed suddenly to Mrs. Swinton’s face. The unmistakable scarlet was there. Immediately all the other women set up a screaming and began to run away from her. Her two children were with a nurse, and these also ran with the women. But her husband, Doctor Swinton, remained with her. " ’Go on. Smith,* he told me. ’Keep an eye on the children. As for me, I shall stay with my wife. I know she is as already dead, but I can’t leave her. Afterward, if I escape, I shall come to the Chemistry building, and do you watch for me and let me in.’ "I left him bending over his wife and soothing her last moments, while I ran to overtake the party. We were the last to be admitted to the Chemistry building. After that, with our automatic rifles we maintained our isolation. By our plan we had arranged for a company of sixty to be in this refuge. Instead, every one of the number originally planned had added relatives . and friends and whole families until there were over four hundred souls. But the Chemistry building was large, and, standing by itself, was in no danger of being burned by the great fires that raged everywhere in the dity.
"A large quantity of provisions had been gathered, and a food committee took charge of it, issuing rations dally to the various families and groups that arranged themselves into messes. A number of committees were appointed, and we developed a very efficient organization. I was on the committee of defense, though for the first day no prowlers came near. We could see them in the distance, however, and by the smoke of their fires knew that several camps of them were occupying the far edge of the campus. Drunkenness was rife, and often we heard them singing ribald songs or Insanely shouting. While the world crashed to ruin about them and all the air was filled with the smoke of its burning, these low creatures gave rein to their bestiality and fought and drank and died. And after all, what did it matter? Everybody died anyway, the good and the bad, the efficient and the weak, those that loved to live and those that scorned to live. They passed. Everything passed. "When twenty-four hours had gone by and no signs of the plague were apparent, we congratulated ourselves and set about digging a well. You have seen the great iron pipes which in those days carried water to all the city dwellers. We feared that the fires in the city would burst the pipes and empty the reservoirs. So we tore up the cement floor of the central court of the Chemistry building and dug a well. There were many young men, undergraduates, with us. and we worked night and day on the well. And our fears were confirmed. Three hours before we reached water, the pipes went dry. “A second twenty-four hours passed, and still the plague did not appear among us. We thought we were saved. But we did not know what I afterward decided to be true, namely, that the period of the Incubation of the plague germs in a human body was a matter of a number of days. It slew so swiftly when once it manifested Itself that we were led to believe that the period of incubation was equally swift. Sp, when two days had left us unscathed, we were elated with the idea that we were free of the contagion.
“But the third day disillusioned us. I can never forget the night preceding it. I had charge of the night guards from eight to twelve, and from the roof of the building I watched the passing of all man’s glorious works. So terrible were the local conflagrations that all the sky was lighted up. One could read the finest print in the red glare. All the world seemed wrapped in flames. San Francisco spouted smoke and fire from a score of vast conflagrations that were like so many active volcanoes. Oakland, San Leandro, Haywards—all were burning; and to the northward, clear to Point Richmond, other fires were at work. It was an awe-inspiring spectacle. Civilization, my grandsons, civilization was passing in a sheet of flame and a breath of death. At ten o’clock that night, the great powder magazines at Point Pinole exploded in rapid succession. So terrific were the concussions that the strong building rocked as in an earthquake, while every pane of glass whs broken. It was then that I left the roof and went down the long corridors, from room to room, quieting the alarmed women and telling them what had happened. (TO BE CONTINUED.)
All Fleeing Out of the City of Death.
