Well, as time rolled on I found myself improving slowly and I was then
living with a dear, good lady by the name of Miss L. A. Pousland, who is
one of the loveliest ladies that ever lived, for she loves me to-day as
a mother, though she is in eightieth odd year and is doing well for an
old lady.

We were living in South Oxford street when I took sick of the smallpox
and she did not want me taken away from there, as she wanted to take
care of me herself, but I felt that it would be too much for her to
wait on me, so the doctor said that it was only a heavy cold that I had
taken and would be all right in a week or so. But I knew that I had a
fever of some kind, so I asked that I might go to my mother's house, and
she sent for the carriage and I went home.

When I had reached my mother's I felt somewhat better, only to grow
worse all the time, and my eyes getting so that I could not see when it
was day or night. I had a nurse that knew all about the disease and a
good doctor that the city health doctor let take charge of the case
after he had been out there to see me: and knowing that the case was
taking, that no one should get it he let me remain at home for nine
days, and then I went to the hospital and was there till the symptoms
were well dried.

When the doctor found out that I was able to come out he, Dr. Schenck,
wrote to my lady to send a carriage out. She did so at once and I was at
my mother's for awhile, and then my lady came to see me and told me how
the woman did the people in the house, so I told her how bad my limbs
were, and she said that if I could go home with her and tell her what to
do, she would get on without the woman and let her go. My mother made me