Identifier: glimpseofindiabe1909swai (find matches)
Title: A glimpse of India : being a collection of extracts from the letters Dr. Clara A. Swain, first medical missionary to India of the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society of the Methodist Episcopal Church in America
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Swain, Clara A., 1834-1910
Subjects: Methodist Episcopal Church Personal Narratives Physicians
Publisher: New York : James Pott & Co.
Contributing Library: Francis A. Countway Library of Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Open Knowledge Commons and Harvard Medical School

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wide enough for our carriage. Our first call ison a Mohammedan woman who comes to the dispen-sary when she is able, but now she is too ill to come.They are poor people but they seem to make an ef-fort to make the best of what they have, and thehouse is more tidy and comfortable than many of theplaces we visit. As a rule the Mohammedans arenot as neat as the Hindus. This womans husband isa mechanic earning four or five anasa day, equal toeight or ten cents of our money. Let us see whatwe can do for this poor woman. Have you takenthe medicine as I directed ? I ask. Yes, MissSahiba, she replies, I took the powders as you toldme, and I ate the papers too. We must not let hersee us smile though you are inclined to do so, I see. I am glad you took the powders, but it is not neces-sary for you to eat the papers. How about thefever ? I ask. My fever came on. as usual, but notso strong, was her answer. So I will leave morepowders with the injunction to throw away the papersthey are wrapped in.
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As M Saw It Across the street is another of my patients, the wifeof a wealthy Hindu banker. This woman has been illfor several months with an incurable disease fromwhich she cannot recover. She is resigned to her fatebut begs that I will visit her often, as, she says, itis a comfort to talk with some one who knows how Isuffer. Her husband is very kind to her althoughshe has never had any children and he has taken asecond wife, but his first wife is the one he loves.You can see that she is of a more refined nature thanthe other who just now passed through the room. Now I must take you into another part of the city,a region where low-caste people reside. My patienthere is a boy who is recovering from smallpox. Iwas not called to attend him until he began to re-cover, then I found his case to be a serious one. Ifear he will never be strong enough to wait upon him-self, even. It hardly seems possible that humanbeings can exist in such a place as this, so many peo-ple crowded into so small

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