A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe (adult books to read txt) π
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The Plague is a disease that has a long and tragic history alongside humanityβs development of tightly-packed cities. A Journal of a Plague Year is a first-person narrative account of Londonβs last great plague outbreak in 1665, which killed an estimated 100,000 people in just 18 months.
Though written in the first-person perspective by Daniel Defoe, he was only 5 years old during the outbreak. The initials at the end of the work, βH. F.,β suggest that Journal is based on accounts of Defoeβs uncle, Henry Foe.
This highly readable short novel is fascinating not just as a historical account, but in its description of how people reacted to a deadly disease that they understood to be contagious, but yet had no cure for. Defoe derides quack doctors who killed more than they saved, and then themselves succumbed to plague. He tells of people turning to religion; of people driven mad by the death around them and raving in the streets; of people fleeing to the country, and of others barricading themselves in their homes. The ways people reacted in 1665 could be the very same ways people might have reacted today to a mysterious, deadly, and highly contagious outbreak.
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βWhat do you want?β says John.1
βWhy, what do you intend to do?β says the constable.
βTo do,β says John; βwhat would you have us to do?β
ConstableWhy donβt you be gone? What do you stay there for?
JohnWhy do you stop us on the kingβs highway, and pretend to refuse us leave to go on our way?
ConstableWe are not bound to tell you our reason, though we did let you know it was because of the plague.
JohnWe told you we were all sound and free from the plague, which we were not bound to have satisfied you of, and yet you pretend to stop us on the highway.
ConstableWe have a right to stop it up, and our own safety obliges us to it. Besides, this is not the kingβs highway; βtis a way upon sufferance. You see here is a gate, and if we do let people pass here, we make them pay toll.
JohnWe have a right to seek our own safety as well as you, and you may see we are flying for our lives: and βtis very unchristian and unjust to stop us.
ConstableYou may go back from whence you came; we do not hinder you from that.
JohnNo; it is a stronger enemy than you that keeps us from doing that, or else we should not have come hither.
ConstableWell, you may go any other way, then.
JohnNo, no; I suppose you see we are able to send you going, and all the people of your parish, and come through your town when we will; but since you have stopped us here, we are content. You see we have encamped here, and here we will live. We hope you will furnish us with victuals.
ConstableWe furnish you! What mean you by that?
JohnWhy, you would not have us starve, would you? If you stop us here, you must keep us.
ConstableYou will be ill kept at our maintenance.
JohnIf you stint us, we shall make ourselves the better allowance.
ConstableWhy, you will not pretend to quarter upon us by force, will you?
JohnWe have offered no violence to you yet. Why do you seem to oblige us to it? I am an old soldier, and cannot starve, and if you think that we shall be obliged to go back for want of provisions, you are mistaken.
ConstableSince you threaten us, we shall take care to be strong enough for you. I have orders to raise the county upon you.
JohnIt is you that threaten, not we. And since you are for mischief, you cannot blame us if we do not give you time for it; we shall begin our march in a few minutes.2
ConstableWhat is it you demand of us?
JohnAt first we desired nothing of you but leave to go through the town; we should have offered no injury to any of you, neither would you have had any injury or loss by us. We are not thieves, but poor people in distress, and flying from the dreadful plague in London, which devours thousands every week. We wonder how you could be so unmerciful!
ConstableSelf-preservation obliges us.
JohnWhat! To shut up your compassion in a case of such distress as this?
ConstableWell, if you will pass over the fields on your left hand, and behind that part of the town, I will endeavour to have gates opened for you.
JohnOur horsemen3 cannot pass with our baggage that way; it does not lead into the road that we want to go, and why should you force us out of the road? Besides, you have kept us here all day without any provisions but such as we brought with us. I think you ought to send us some provisions for our relief.
ConstableIf you will go another way we will send you some provisions.
JohnThat is the way to have all the towns in the county stop up the ways against us.
ConstableIf they all furnish you with food, what will you be the worse? I see you have tents; you want no lodging.
JohnWell, what quantity of provisions will you send us?
ConstableHow many are you?
JohnNay, we do not ask enough for all our company; we are in three companies. If you will send us bread for twenty men and about six or seven women for three days, and show us the way over the field you speak of, we desire not to put your people into any fear for us; we will go out of our way to oblige you, though we are as free from infection as you are.4
ConstableAnd will you assure us that your other people shall offer us no new disturbance?
JohnNo, no you may depend on it.
ConstableYou must oblige yourself, too, that none of your people shall come a step nearer than where the provisions we send you shall be set down.
JohnI answer for it we will not.
Accordingly they sent to the place twenty loaves of bread and three or four large pieces of good beef, and opened some gates, through which they passed; but none of them had courage so much as to look out to see them go, and, as it was evening, if they had looked they could not have seen them as to know how few they were.
This was John the soldierβs management. But this gave
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