The sad story of drouth, cholera and
war all at once is confiremed by every
day’s news. There have been some
ruins, but the drouth has been very
severe. Animals are dying ; sheep
are driven away to seek better pasture,
and all kinds of stock are poor and
weak. The cholera has extended ali
over this and the neighboring repub
lic. In all the towns and through all
the country there is one sad cry of
universal distress. The natives are so
much afraid of cholera that often per
sons are abandoned by their friends,
and left to die alone, when they might
have.lived if they could have had
care. The unfortunate victims are
often left in the ranchos, where they
lie until some one sets fire to the
ranch, or one comes with a horse and
lasso, and the body is dragged out
to the open pampa. The traveler
formerly sought a tree where he might
rest or lodge for the night, but the
trees are now avoided, for towards
them the bodies are dragged and left.
Soon the clean skeleton or the scat
tered bones are all that is left. Across
a region of hundreds of miles in ex
tent this ruin is spread. Physicians,
remedies and assistace are often want
ing, and many die from fright, and
others from want of attention.—
Buenos Ayres cor. New York World,
January 26th.
Dana, of the New York Sun, is
writing a life of Gen. Grant. The
General will soon have, as many lives
as his favorite Thomas feline.
