A worm as slim as a horse hair has sewn a cloak of fear about the misshapen Negroes of St. Kitt's (St. Christopher Island, among the British West Indies), and patched it with deaths. Over the 65 square miles of the island grief croons. Trading ships scurry from the swash of the Caribbean against Basseterre. A sort of pestilence is on the people. Dozens have died. Last week a white man, Dr. J. J. Pawan, bacteriologist, reached there by Pan-American plane from Port of Spain, Trinidad, and found the deaths due to a filariasis....
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