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lewis sr. grist, proprietor, j ^ jfnmiln Jlemspapcr: ^or the promotion of the jfoliticat, Social, Jijriculturat and Commercial Jnterests of the ?outh. [ TEKsinglk'cop^threk cknts!CE' VOLUMK 41. YOBKVILLE, S. C., WEDXESDAY, APRIL 10, 1895. ISTUMBER 17. CHICKAMAUGA. A SEQUEL TO CHATTANOOGA. BYCAPT. F. A. MITCHELL. ^Copyrighted It?!, by American Press AssociaCHAPTER XXIII THE NINETEENTH OF SEPTEMBER. Seldom has an army been in n more critical position than the Army of the Cumberland at thia jnncturc. The Confederates overlapped the Union front on the north by half a dozen miles, and between Confederates and the Chattanooga road leading from what was both the Union left and rear into Chattanooga there were only sruall bodies of cavalry. Bragg had but to overwhelm these, cross the Chickamauga and march a few miles westward to seizo this road and throw himself between his enemy and that enemy's base?Chattanooga. It was his intention to cross Reed's bridge by 8 o'clock in the morning with one ooluinu, and Alexander's bridge, a few miles above, at the same hour, the two columns to join and seize tho coveted road, attack Crittenden's left, while a third Confederate column, crossing at Dalton's ford, would attack him in front. Crittenden once crushed under these combined forces, as it was expected he would be by noon, the whole Confederate army was to overwhelm Thomas, still ten miles distant, leaving MoCook, 20 miles away, to be finished later on. There was nothing on the left to prevent the execution of this attractive plan but the two bodies of cavalry at Reed's and Alexander's bridges. Eight o'clock came, and they were not overwhelmed. The sun stood high over the valley of the Chickamauga, and still the Confederates had not- crossed at either of these two points. The defenders of the bridges were a 6warm of hornets flying in their enemies' faces, with many an effective 6ting. At noon they : Ti. i.;ii o were sen* stinging. it uut mi o o'clock in the afternoon that the defenders of Alexander's bridge were forced to give way, and those at Reed's bridge only retired on learning that the other had been captured by the enemy. So the morning and the afternoon passed, and when evening fell but 8,000 Confederates had been thrown across. What was to have been executed on Friday, the 18th of September, must be deferred till the next day. Will it then be too late? The moon is lighting up the field, the woods, the summits of the two ridges inclosing the valley of the Chickamauga and 100,000 soldiera The air is cold and crisp, and myriads of campfires are soattered over the valley as a reflection of the starry heavens upon the bosom of a lake. All night the moon gleams upon the steel of the two sleepless armies? the Confederates pushing across the Chickamauga, the Unionists marching to cover their unprotected left. Many a soldier casts his eye up into the serene heavens and remarks the queen of night looking down upon him, so pale, so cold, so dead, as if in mockery of his aniwoto Knmr? Qiirl nrnnKnf.in nf UTYU auiujuiv UV/XiJg MUV* ^r*v^uwv?v v* what may come for him on the morrow. From the southward comes the tramp of dust covered men in blue. At their head rides one who before the sun twice sets is to take first rank among the heroes of Chickamauga. Thomas is leading his men from a distant point far beyond Crittenden to the exposed left and rear, to the Chattanooga road?the road commanding the line of communication of the Army of the Cumberland. It must be a forced march, for the time is short and the distance is great. From the eastward the Confederates are pushing across the Chickamauga. Every available passage is occupied, but there is little left of the bridges, and it is 6low and hazardous work at the fords. Largo bodies of men are like streams. They flow easily across open countries, but become choked in narrow ways. Yet the work goes on. It is a long night?long for these men wading through water or standing in the chilly hours pa6t midnight in wet clothing. It is an eventful night, for if they get across in sufficient force, and the way is still unblocked as yesterday, the fate of the Union army is sealed. At midnight Mayuard lay under a tree trying to catch some sleep. The exertion of the day would have brought it, for he was exhausted, but his position as to the army with which he had no place was horning him like a hot iron. A few days before, and he would have been leading his brigade through these 6tirring scenes. Now he was not even a private soldier. He was an outcast, a wretch too detestable for the respect OYCU VI Ult'Uiill UUU&S OilU &LIia.CiC, Ul teamsters, of the grasping horde of army followers, whose object was to cheat the soldier and rob the dead. The moon, fiuding a convenient opening in the boughs above him, looked at him in a way that in a measure quieted him. What an absence of turmoil on her surface! No guns roar in her valleys; no armies contend for the possession of her ringed ridges. The thought for a moment chased away his desire for oblivion. He shuddered at her nothingness. The scenes through which he was passing seomed far preferable. He was in tho midst of man's coveted action. While that lasted he could not for long be plunged in despair. Thank heaven, ho was permitted to seek solace in such turmoil, such roaring of guns and yelling of men as had come and were coming. Toward morning his thoughts became less intense, less clear. The sounds coming from a troop of horses picketed near became more and more confused. The snores of men resting after a day of hard fighting lost their vigor. The branches above him twined indistinctly. He slept. He was awakened by the sound of a gun. It was broad day. He started up and listened. Then came another dull boom, then another, and in a few minutes there was the rapid firing of a battle on the left. Surely that is not the little body of cavalry in whose ranks he had fought the day before. Mounting, ho rode toward it through a partly wooded, partly open country.. The fields were gray, but the woods were still green. Then there was the odor of the morning in the country and the ohirping of birds hunting for their breakfast. It would not be long before that perfume must give way to the KofnfO fltfl ohiminCf OiUUll U1 ^uupvnuti| UV/4U1 \j vuw of tho birds would bo drowned by the sounds of musketry and artillery. Meeting an aid-de-camp riding at j full 6peed toward the south, he called out, pointing in the direction of the firing, which he could now discern was on or near the Chattanooga road: "Who's these?" "Old Pap, with two divisions." Maynard uttered an exclamation of surprise and pleasure. "How did he get there?" "Marched all night." "Much force in his front?" "You bet! I'm going for re-enforcements, " and in a moment he was out of sight. A courier came dashing from the opposite direction. "What: np.ffs from the richt?" "The head of McCook's column is at Crawfish Springs." "Good. The army is safe for the present. The game is balked." Striking the road leading to Alexander's bridge, he found himself in rear of the Union line of battle that had open "Leave these ranks!" ed on the left. A force harried by to the support of comrades at the front. The ground he was on had just been fought over and dead and wounded scattered everywhere. Entering a wood, he pushed forward through it. A young soldier, a boy of 18, was sitting on the ground, supported by a tree, gasping for breath. A red stream running down his bosom showed that he bad been shot through the lungs. "You are thinking of home, my boy," muttered Maynard and pushed on. Au officer lay in his path and begged him for what the wounded crave So eagerly?water. Maynard rode about hunting for a stream or a spring. At last he found what he sought, and filling a canteen rode back to where the man lay. Ho was dead. In his haud he held a picture of wife and two little children. Within hearing of the booming in front and shells cutting the trees above him he had passed from the harshest through the gentlest of human feelings to the eternal peace. "D wlinn AM mnf on nffinor Via had known intimately. Without thought of hiB altered condition the degraded colonel waved his hand in salute and cried out, "How goes the battle, major?" The officer passed by with a look which Maynard never forgot. It sent the hot blood mounting to his cheeks. He could have cloven the man's skull with his saber. But there was no need of that. Was there not an enemy at the froutr Yes, and there was death. He dashed on and arrived at ono of the hottest points 011 the left just as a line of cavalry was moving to a charge. Joining them, he rode down into a storm so wild, so fierce, so full of destruction that surely ho thought the coveted death must come. But the gaps in the ranks were to his right, to his left, anywhere, everywhere, except where he rode. And when the troopers wrif-Vi rrhnm ho camfl nnfc nf thfi fight Mark Maynard was still amoDg the living. So opened the battle of Saturday, Sept. 19. Throughout that day Maynard rode wherever he saw that grim specter hovered. At times he was with the cavalry, at times he would dismount, and leaving his horse in the rear go forward with a musket. On odo occasion, catching the enthusiasm of battle, ho was forgetting his misfortune when the officer of the regiment with which he fought recognized him. The two had been at onraity. "Leave these ranks I" Maynard turned, saw that he was addressed and who addressed him. Throwing down his gun, tho hot tears bursting from his eyes, he turned away. Again ho was tramping through a cornfield on the flank of a regiment when ho saw a division general inspecting tho men as they passed forward to an attack. He recognized the general who had sent tho spy to him. Their eyes met. Maynard had by this time come to see through tho device by which the other had led him into his present position and regarded the officer steadily. The man turned his horse's head and galloped away. There was 0110 man in the army who did not caro to look him in tho eve. The clay passed -with a succession of blows upon an army still too "strung out" for its own good. But they were all successfully resisted. Wherever a place was weak some brigade or division was 6ent to strengthen it, usually leaving a place where it had been. But all points were strengthened in time. All damage repaired, at least the damage on which hung defeat. The damage to the dead and thirsting wounded scattered along the line for miles could never be repaired. It could be counted and laid down accurately in the official reports, but who can count or repair the hearts broken with every charge, every defense! And so the sun went down over a field on which there was no victory, no defeat, only suffering and death. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT FTUDAY. Miscellaneous Reading. YOU NEVER CAN TELL. You never can tell when you send a wordLike an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind?be it cruel or kind, Just where It will chance to go, It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend, Tipped with its poison or balm; To a stranger's heart in life's great mart It may carry its pain or its calm. You never can tell when you do an act Just what the result will be; But with every deed you ure sowing a seed, Though Its harvest you may not see. Each kindly act is an acoru dropped In God's productive soil; Though you may not know; yet the tree shall grow And shelter the brows that toil. You never can tell what your thoughts will do In bringing you hate or love ; For thoughts arc things, and their airy wings Are swifter than carrier doves. They follow the law of the universeEach thing must create its kind: And they speed o'er the track to bring vou back Whatever went out from your mind. ON THE SEA OF MARRIAGE. The Daily Dangers to Successful Navigation. It is seldom that a great tragedy spoils maritial happiness. If we were to investigate the hundreds of cases of unhappy domestic lives about us, we would find that 19 in every 20 were results of countless small happenings, which served to finally rend the veil of illusion through which the lovers viewed each other before marriage. After all that we may say regarding the important part the woman plays in the ?v-wln nf o mnrriftirp. the fact still remains that man is master of the situation, like all others, if he is only strong enough and tactful enough to see it. Yes, and delicate enough, for with his greater strength there must be delicacy of thought if he would keep the veil of illusion over the eyes of the woman he makes his wife. We hear a great deal about the danger a wife incurs who allows herself to grow untidy and careless in her dress after marriage. But there is a corresponding danger which husbands incur by uegligence of their person, aud we hear little about that. The girl who falls in love with a well-dressed, carefully-brushed, scrupulously-dentificed lover may NOT BE ABLE TO STAY IN LOVE with the husband whose appearance and habits are exactly opposite. I once saw a married man of wealth aud position whose hands were always black across the joints, and whose teeth seemed to have forgotten any acquaintance with a brush. How could a dainty wife retain her love for a man like that? She might do her duty by him, but it seems to me that all the charms of a love-life would have died a uatural death. I have seen a great many men grow careless iu their dress after marriuge ; men, who, as young bachelors, were noted for their correctness in attire and the attention they paid to details. Sometimes this decline in their appearauce can be traced to financial causes; they are anxious to keep the wife ard children well clothed, and they unselfishly put themselves in the background. But it is a mistake for a husband to do this. The wife who consciously allows it is not worth the sacrifice, and may not appreciate it, and the wife who is worth it will not want it made. Whenever I see the shabby husband and father of a stylishly attired wife and daughters, I know that little love brightens that man's life. A bachelor said to me recently that he thought men by nature were far neater and cleaner than women. That order and tidiness were of more importance to them, and that this had been one great factor in his remaining single. But as I look about me I do not find sufficient evidence to substantiate his statement. Men whose toba .0 habits necessitate extra care in keeping the breath pure, are far more indifferent and careless in this than their wives. A woman seems to take a natural pride in keeping her lips inviting to the salutes of Cupid, while a man falls easily into a state of negligence in the matter. Meanwhile many a wife makes the first ripple in the lute by aggravating a nervous husband IN SMALL WAYS. T nrtna vaaA o nntor lwinlr nf n IVniUflH X c- xl"vv* ? - -* whose husband was ill in bed; and for an entire week she stepped over and walked around a scarf which had fallen to the floor, and which he had twice asked her to pick up. In his supersensitive condition this mole hill became a mountain. Everything she did after that irritated him. Another wife kept her husband in ill humor all summer by never hanging the icepick in its proper place. He happened to be a victim of the icewater habit, and liked to prepare it himself?but day in and day out was obliged to hunt for the icepick ! It is no wonder that his love grew cold ! He felt that she neglected his comfort, and was indifferent to his feelings. Very frequently husbands grow into a most indelicate way of jesting with their wives on the subject of love and marriage, which, to a third party who retains any sort of sentiment about those matters, is always shocking. Over and over I have heard men who had been the most passionate lovers, telling a circle of friends how they were fairly driven into marriage by a persistent woman, and that she really did all the love-making. I have never yet, in listening to this kind of talk, been able to discover where the wit comes in; but I have heard at least a dozen inen dilate on the subject, and each one seemed to think the idea wholly original and infinitely funny. The wife is the one, as a rule, who leads the laugh, feeling that her husband expects her to do so; but no woman lives who is not hurt by this kind of jesting, and invariably her husband is lower in her esteem, however she may hide the fact from him. The mau who gets ready to go out for a walk by putting on his hat, and gets very impatient because his wife is not equally expeditious, is not a very bad sort of a husband, to be sure, if that is his only fault, but he often makes things uncomfortable without cause. He must remember at such times that he did not marry a person who wore a coat and trousers and a beaver hat. He married a thing of frills and furbelows, house gowns aud slippers, and feminine accessories which HELPED TO ENSNARE HIM. She can transform herself into a trim, half-musculine, outdoor comrade, to be sure, when occasion demands it; but you must give her time. The long hair he thinks so beautiful when it falls below her waist takes time to arrange, even if she is iu a hurry. It is so easy to spoil all the pleasure of the walk by scolding her for being so slow, when in fact she is very expeditious, if he will stop to consider all she has to do. Husbands and wives who fall into a habit of contradicting each other in small matters and disputing over trifles are unconsciously feeding the little foxes who will ruiu their vineyard. I have seen a woman grow scarlet with auger over a difference of opinion regarding a name, or a date, which really had no positive bearing on the subject they were discussiug, and I have heard her contradict her husband end endeavor to set him right in the | presence of others, and in regard to 1 fmSAa tiiliinW ?itr%a nnf iifAfth o 1Y?A, auiijc 11 IUC muou ?TUO UW nvi VU U UUV ment's consideration, and only served to humiliate him. I do not know that I ever heard a husband do this sort of thing, but again and again I hear wives interrupt their husbands in conversation to set them right on some trifliug point which is of no account, and which only succeeds in annoying him. Impoliteness bctweeu husband and wife?a forgetting or ignoring of the sweet courtesy which made courtship so delightful?is a dangerous fox in the domestic vines. If we can keep away the foxes and insects from our vineyards, we have but little to fear from the cyclones aud frosts.?Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A GOOD ROAD PROBLEM SOLVED. About a year ago we referred editorially, under the caption, "How to Get Good Roads," to the good example set by an enterprising young man in Central Missouri. This young man undertook to put the roads alongside his own home in good condition by voluntary labor of self aud teams. He procured a road grader and contributed several dollars worth of gratuitous work and not only put the half mile of road in front of his home in good order, but graded a quarter or a half mile beyond home in two directions. The part of the road he graded was made the best dirt roud in the county. After passing over this road, the editor of this paper wrote the article above referred to, and called the attention of the farmers to the fact that if every farmer in the State would put the roads alongside his own farm in first-class condition the good dirt road problem would be solved. A recent visit was made to the vicinity above referred to, and we found that the young man who did so much gratuitious road work last year, repeated the operation this season, even hiring neighbors to help him, not only along bis own home, but for half a mile on each side. He now has a mile aud a half of fine graded road. Nor did the work stop here; the enterprisiug farmers along a mile aud a half of parallel road, aud other roads intersecting them imitated his example and graded the road along their farms as nicely as auy street in the towns and cities. Reports come from several different parts of the State that a great deal of voluntary work has been or is being doue on the roads, and we are lead to believe that The Journal's recommendation of this plan a year ago has resulted in great good. There is no question but that this plan generally followed will put the dirt roads in such a condition that, with the exception of a few days in the year, they will be reasonably good. The farmers who do this extra work will be amply repaid in the enhanced appearauce and value of their own homes to say nothing of the benefits and pleasures of good roads. One thing lucking in communities where the roads are nicely graded is wide wagon tires. It does not take long with the narrow-tired wagons heavily loaded to greatly mar and injure the good roads that enterprising men have made. We hope the farmers will investigate, agitate and experiment along this line.?Journal of Agriculture. BETTER THAN THAT. Joseph II, emperor of Austria, brother of Marie Antouiette, queeu of France, liked neither show nor retinue, witness this fact: One day, clothed in a simple buttoned riding coat, accompauied by one servant without livery, he went, in a calash with two places, (seats), which he managed himself, to take an airing in the morning, in the environs of Vienna ; being overtaken by rain, he re-took the road to the city. He was still far from it, when a pedestrian who was also going to the capital, made sign to the driver to stop?which Joseph II did soon. "Sir," say! the soldier, (for he was a soldier) "would it be an indiscretion to ask a place by your side? That would not hurt you greatly, since you are alone in your calash, and it will spare my uniform that I have put on today for the first time." "Spare your uuiform, my brave man," said Joseph to him, "and take the place ; whence do you come ?" "Ah !" said the sergeant, "I come from a gamekeeper's, a friend of mine, where I have made a fine breakfast." "What did you have to eat so good ?" "Guess." "What do I know? Un soup with beer?" "Ah ! bien, yes, a soup ; better than that." "Some cabbage crust?" "Better than that." "A loin of veal ?" "Better thun that, I tell you." "Oh, I can guess no more," said Joseph. "A pheasant, my worthy man, a pheasant taken from the pleasure grounds of his majesty," said the sergeant striking him on the shoulder? "shot on the pleasure grounds of his majesty, must it not needs be only better ?" "I agree with you." As they approached the town, and as the raiu fell still, Joseph asked his companiou in what quarter he lodged and where he wished to be set down. "Sir, that is too kind." "No, no," said Joseph, your street?" The sergeant naming his dwelling, asked to Know him from whom he received so much kinduess. "In your turn," said Joseph, "guess." "Monsieur, is military, without doubt?" "As said, sir." "Lieutenant?" "Ab! well, yes, lieutenant; better than that." "Captain ?" "Better than that." "Colonel, perhaps ?" "Better than that." "How!" said the other drawing himself into the corner of the calash, forthwith, "could you be field-marshall ?" "Better than that." "Ah ! it is the emperor!" "Himself," said Joseph. There was no way for falling on his knees in the carriage ; the dismayed sergeant puzziea nimseir wuu cauusw and begged the emperor to stop in order that he could get out. "Now," said Joseph to him ; "after having eaten my pheasant, you would be too happy to get rid of me so soon, I intend that you quit me only at your door." Aud he got out there. ORIGIN AND USE 0F*THE IRISH POTATO. Haviug for a long time had a good deal of curiosity to kuow more about the potato, I concluded to investigate the subject. Years ago I was taught in school to believe that the Irish potato was taken from Virginia to England by Sir Walter Raleigh ; and so all my life till lately I have believed that the common potato was a native of this country. Thinking the result of my research on this subject might be interesting to the readers of The Indiana Farmer, I have written this, trusting you will find it worth publishing. The potato, both sweet aud Irish, is indigenous to South America. It is yet found in its wild state in many places on the Peruvian coast, in Chili, Quito, Buenos Ayres. It is believed that the Spaniards were the first to discover this tuber, and took some of them to Spain iu the early part of the Sixteenth century. It soon afterward found its way into Italy. In 1598, it was carried into Belgium by oueof the attendants of the Pope's prelate, and thence to Vienna, and in a short time it spread rapidly through Germauy. While there is no postive proof of the manner of its introduction into this country, it is generally believed it was brought into Virginia by the Spaniards. In 1584 Sir Walter Raleigh sent out a fleet from Eugland to this country. It returned iu 1586, taking among other thiugsthe Irish potato and tobacco. They were planted on Sir Walter Raleigh's estate in Ireland, and were there used for food long before they were ever known in England. Ir. 1597 Gerarde, a publisher, gave an account of a potato plant he had iu his garden. He recommended the roots to be eaten as a delicate food. During the reign of James the First, potatoes were so rare that they cost 50 cents a pound. In 1633, when their valuable qualities had become widely known, they were deemed worthy of notice by the Royal Society, which encouraged their culti vation. They were not introduced into Scotland till 1725; and even then there was a great deal of prejudice against their use. It is within the last 100 years that potatoes have been extensively cultivated in Ireland, but since then the Irish have largely depended on them as an article of food. For many years past, the potato crop has been regarded as a most valuable addition to the staple commodities of life, second only in importance to the cereals.?F. C. in Indiana Farmer. The Mississippi Flax.?Following are the suffrage provisions of the Mississippi constitution : "Sec. 241. Every mulo inhnhitant. nf this StAt.P. pvoput idiots, insane persons and Indians nob taxed, who is a citizen of the United States, 21 years old and upwards, who has resided in this State two years,, and one year in the election district or in the incorporated city or town in which he offered to vote, and who is duly registered, as provided in this article, and who has never been convicted of bribery, burglary, theft, arson, obtainiug money or goods uuder false pretences, perjury, forgery, embezzlement or bigamy, and who has paid on or before the 1st day of February of the year in which he offers to vote, all taxes which may have been legally required of him, ana which he may have had an opportunity of paying." Sec. 242. Provides for oath. "Sec. 243. Provides for poll tax of $2 on all between the ages of 21 and 60, (except deaf, dumb, blind, and maimed,) which shall be only a lien upon taxable property, but shall not be enforced by criminal proceedings. The county supervisors may increase this to $3." "Sec. 264. On and after the first day of January, A. D., 1892, every elector shall, in addition to the foregoing qualifications, be able to read any section of the constitution of this State; or be able to understand (be same when read to him, or give a reasonable interpretation thereof." "Sec. 253. The legislature may, by a two-thirds vote of both houses, of all members elected, restore the right of suffrage to any person disqualified by reasou of crime ; but the reasons therefor shall be spread upou the journals and the vote shall be by yeas aud nays. Billy Bowlegs' Sign Language.? Brigadier General Gibbon entertained o Wachinortmi unrlipncp tllP Ofhprpven I* ?f ? ing with some reminisceuces of his services among the Indians. General Gibbon's experience with the Indians commenced in the Semiuoie war as far back as 1849. Geueral Gibbon said it was remarkable how much can be told by means of the sign language between people accustomed to its use. As an instance of this he related a circumstance of the Seminole war. Hostilities appearing to be imminent between the whites and the Seminoles, under Billy Bowlegs, their chief, it was desired to communicate with the Indians, to asceitain if it was really their purpose to go to war. It was very difficult to get at the Seminoles, however, and no method seemed open until one day a man came in from his cabin down the coast and stated that he had left there on account of bis supposed dauger from Indians. He had found upon his cabin door a small white ilag made of heron's wings, attached to a stick. On the end of the stick were a twist of tobacco and a small string of beads. He said some Indians scrawled upon his door with the end of a burnt stick some signs. There were three stars in a line, then a full round circle, and then four more stars. These siuns were inter preted to menu that Billy Bowlegs desired to have a peaceful smoke aud talk with the white men, that his messengers had been at the cabin three days before the time of the full moon, aud that he would come again four days after the full moon to receive the answer of the white man. The Indian's message was answered by the presence of the white men four days after the full moon, and sure enough, Billy Bowlegs was on hand, a conference was had, and it was shown that the Indians did not desire to engage in a general war, but that the outrages of which the whites had complained had been committed by a few unreliable . bad Indians. Smallpox in Former Centuries.? At the time of the announcement of vaccination by Jenner, smallpox caused more than one-tenth of all the deaths of the human race. Fifty million people died in Europe from smallpox during the ISth century. In the 16lh century the disease appeared in Mexico, and 3,500,000 of the population yielded up their lives in a few years, leaving some proviuces almost depop ulated. In 1707, in Iceland, 18,000 died in one year, the entire population being but 50,000. Seventy per ceut. of the people of Greenland died of smallpox in 1735. Smallpox is the most fearful disease with which the human race has ever been scourged. Macauley tells us it was always present, tilling the church-yards with corpses, and leaving on those whose lives it spared the hideous traces of its power. "If a modern traveler," says Dr. Hyde, "could be transported to London in the early part of the present century, no peculiarities of architecture, dress or behavior would be so conspicuous as the enormous number of pock-marked faces he would encouuter at every turn." It spared neither rich nor poor, and even invaded the palace of the king.?Medical Record.