The samples gathered, Adam wandered slowly and sleepily back to the clinic.  Dessie met him at the door, where he stood, just outside the door, staring at four small coffins.  Another child, and infant, had died during the night, the mother, who had breastfed him, also, too, succumbing.  Adam quickly wiped a tear from his eye and entered the clinic. 

     Inside the building were more people he had ever seen laying down in one place.  He gasped in amazement of how many sick were laying on blankets, and quilts on the floor of the clinic.  He hugged Dessie and began to search out the jar they kept their money in.

     “I’m going to St. Louis to take these samples.  I can’t waste time here doing my o...

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