After the doctor had prescribed for the family, and was about leaving, he took Mr.Parker to an eminence overlooking the river that bounded his farm on the western side, and spoke to him thus: "My friend, do you see that river, with more than half of its muddy bed exposed to the hot sun?
Your farm lies upon its eastern side, and the poisonous miasma that arises from its surface and banks is steadily blown upon you by the south-westerly and westerly winds of summer.

Is it any wonder that your family have become sick?
I wouldn't live here if you would give me fifty farms like this! Already a whole family have died on this spot, and your's will be the next if you do not leave immediately.

You have lost one child; let that suffice.

Flee from this place as hurriedly as Lot fled from Sodom.

Medical aid I solemnly believe to be useless while you remain here.