"They've taken over Rickett's Circus building on Twelfth Street to house the poor," said Mr. Brown.
"Isn't that why we have an almshouse?" asked Grandfather.
"The almshouse is closed. They want to protect their residents from the disease. So the fever victims lie on the floor of Rickett's with little water and no care. Once a day they remove the bodies for burial. A neighbor threatened to burn the place down if the sick are not removed," explained Mr. Carris." (8.44-8.47)
"Myself, I straddle a fence. One foot stays here in Philadelphia. The other foot is in the country. We know the air there is pure and the people safer. I say safer, mind, not safe. There are reports of fever in Bucks County and Delaware." (8.63)
The man hoeing a field of potatoes took one look at me and ran off. I followed him to a farmhouse, but the door was locked.
"Go away!" shouted a voice inside. "We have children in here. We can't help you if you have the fever."
What was wrong with the world? Would I next see birds flying backwards, or cows crocheting doilies? I walked on, stopping now and then to cough or rest my legs. (13.51-13.53)