We must remember , rather , with what awe we watched the gigantic footsteps of the Asiatic cholera striding from shore to shore of the Atlantic and marching like Destiny upon cities far remote which flight had already half depopulated . There is no other fear so horrible and unhumanizing as that which makes man dread to breathe heaven 's vital air lest it be poison , or to grasp the hand of a brother or friend lest the grip of the pestilence should clutch him . Such was the dismay that now followed in the track of the disease or ran before it throughout the town . Graves were hastily dug and the pestilential relics as hastily covered , because the dead were enemies of the living and strove to draw them headlong , as it were , into their own dismal pit . The public councils were suspended , as if mortal wisdom might relinquish its devices now that an unearthly usurper had found his way into the ruler 's mansion . Had an enemy 's fleet been hovering on the coast or his armies trampling on our soil , the people would probably have committed their defence to that same direful conqueror who had wrought their own calamity and would permit no interference with his sway . This conqueror had a symbol of his triumphs : it was a blood-red flag that fluttered in the tainted air over the door of every dwelling into which the small-pox had entered . Such a banner was long since waving over the portal of the province-house , for thence , as was proved by tracking its footsteps back , had all this dreadful mischief issued . It had been traced back to a lady 's luxurious chamber , to the proudest of the proud , to her that was so delicate and hardly owned herself of earthly mould , to the haughty one who took her stand above human sympathies -- to Lady Eleanore . There remained no room for doubt that the contagion had lurked in that gorgeous mantle which threw so strange a grace around her at the festival . Its fantastic splendor had been conceived in the delirious brain of a woman on her death-bed and was the last toil of her stiffening fingers , which had interwoven fate and misery with its golden threads . This dark tale , whispered at first , was now bruited far and wide . The people raved against the Lady Eleanore and cried out that her pride and scorn had evoked a fiend , and that between them both this monstrous evil had been born . At times their rage and despair took the semblance of grinning mirth ; and whenever the red flag of the pestilence was hoisted over another and yet another door , they clapped their hands and shouted through the streets in bitter mockery : `` Behold a new triumph for the Lady Eleanore ! '' One day in the midst of these dismal times a wild figure approached the portal of the province-house , and , folding his arms , stood contemplating the scarlet banner , which a passing breeze shook fitfully , as if to fling abroad the contagion that it typified . At length , climbing one of the pillars by means of the iron balustrade , he took down the flag , and entered the mansion waving it above his head . At the foot of the staircase he met the governor , booted and spurred , with his cloak drawn around him , evidently on the point of setting forth upon a journey . `` Wretched lunatic , what do you seek here ? '' exclaimed Shute , extending his cane to guard himself from contact . `` There is nothing here but Death ; back , or you will meet him . ''
`` Death will not touch me , the banner-bearer XXXXX the pestilence , '' cried Jervase Helwyse , shaking the red flag aloft .
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