When the veterinarian finally reached the side of the animal, he inspected him carefully by the light of a gasoline lantern. The horse was lying on his side in a bed of hay; he was breathing heavily and his eyes were bright and gla.s.sy.
Dr. Smithers sucked his breath in sharply and bent closer. Finally, he got to his feet and stared out over the expanse of snow. "It couldn"t be," he muttered. "We just don"t deserve that. We don"t deserve it at all."
"What is it?" Ken asked anxiously. "Is it something very serious?"
"I don"t know for sure. It looks like--it could be anthrax. I"m just afraid that it is."
Dr. Smithers" eyes met and held Professor Maddox"s. Ken did not understand. "I"ve heard that name, but I don"t know what it is."
"One of the most deadly diseases of warm-blooded animals. Spreads like wildfire when it gets a start. It can infect human beings, too. How could it happen here? There hasn"t been a case of anthrax in the valley for years!"
"I remember Dave Whitaker saying his uncle got two new horses from a farmer near Britton just a week before the comet," said Ken. "Maybe it could have come from there."
"Perhaps," said Smithers.
"What can we do?" asked Professor Maddox. "Can"t we start a program of vaccination to keep it from spreading?"
"How much anthrax vaccine do you suppose there is in the whole town?
Before we decide anything I want to get Hart and make some tests. If he agrees with me we"ve got to get hold of the Mayor and the Council and decide on a course of action tonight."
Hart was the other veterinarian, a younger man, inclined to look askance at Dr. Smithers" older techniques.
"I"d just as soon take your word," said Professor Maddox. "If you think we ought to take action, let"s do it."
"I want Hart here first," said Smithers. "He"s a know-it-all, but he"s got a good head and good training in spite of it. Someday he"ll be a good man, and you"ll need one after I"m gone."
"I"ll go," said Ken. "You"ve already been out, Dad. It"s only 4 or 5 blocks, and I feel fine."
"Well, if you feel strong enough," said his father hesitantly. Fatigue was obvious in his face.
Dr. Hart was asleep when Ken pounded on his door. He persisted until the veterinarian came, sleepily and rebelliously. Ken told his story quickly.
Hart grunted in a surly voice. "Anthrax! That fool Smithers probably wouldn"t know a case of anthrax if it stared him in the face. Tell him to give your horse a shot of terramycin, and I"ll come around in the morning. If I went out on every scare, I"d never get any sleep."
"Dr. Hart," Ken said quietly. "You know what it means if it is anthrax."
The veterinarian blinked under Ken"s accusing stare. "All right," he said finally. "But if Smithers is getting me out on a wild-goose chase I"ll run him out of town!"
Smithers and Professor Maddox were still beside the ailing horse when Ken returned with Dr. Hart. No one spoke a word as they came up. Hart went to work on his examination, Ken holding the lantern for him.
"Here"s a carbuncle, right back of the ear!" he said accusingly. "Didn"t anybody notice this earlier?"
"I"m afraid not," Ken admitted. "I guess I haven"t taken very good care of him."
"Ken"s been in the hospital," Professor Maddox said.
"I know," Hart answered irritably, "but I think anybody would have noticed this carbuncle; these infections are characteristic. There"s not much question about what it is, but we ought to get a smear and make a microscope slide check of it."
"I"ve got a 1500-power instrument," said Ken. "If that"s good enough you can use it."
Hart nodded. "Get some sterile slides."
Afterward, Smithers said, "We"ve got to get Jack Nelson first and find out how much anthrax vaccine he"s got in his store. n.o.body else in town will have any, except maybe some of his customers who may have bought some lately. What about the college laboratories? Do they have any?"
"I don"t know," said Professor Maddox. "We"ll have to contact Dr. Bintz for that."
"Let"s get at it," said Hart. "We"ve got to wake up the Mayor and the Council. The cattle committee will have to be there. Nelson and Bintz, too. We"ll find out how much vaccine we"ve got and decide what to do with it."
Two hours later the men met in the Council chambers of City Hall.
Because of the lack of heat, they retained their overcoats and sheepskin jackets. The incrusted snow on their boots did not even soften. In soberness and shock they listened to Dr. Smithers.
"n.o.body grows up in a farming community without knowing what anthrax means," he said. "We"ve got a total of twenty-eight hundred head of beef and dairy cattle in the valley, plus a couple of thousand sheep, and about a hundred horses.
"Jack Nelson"s stock of vaccine, plus what he thinks may be in the hands of his customers, plus some at the college is enough to treat about a thousand animals altogether. Those that aren"t treated will have to be slaughtered. If they prove to be uninfected they can be processed for meat storage.
"Some vaccine will have to be held in reserve, but if we don"t clean up the valley before next year"s calf crop we won"t stand a chance of increasing our herds. That"s the situation we"re up against, Gentlemen."
Mayor Hilliard arose. "The only question seems to me to be which animals are of most worth to us. I say we should let all the sheep go. A cow or a horse is worth more than a sheep to us now.
"That leaves the question of the horses. Which is worth more to us: a horse or a cow? We can"t haul logs without horses, but we won"t need to worry about staying warm if we haven"t got food enough."
Harry Mason of the fuel committee stood up immediately. "I say we"ve got to keep every horse we"ve got. It would be crazy to give any of them up.
There aren"t enough now to haul the fuel we need."
"A horse is a poor trade for a cow in these times," protested the food committee"s chief, Paul Remington. "Every cow you let go means milk for two or three families. It means a calf for next year"s meat supply. We can freeze and still stay alive. We can"t starve and do the same thing.
I say, let every horse in the valley go. Keep the cows and beef cattle."
An instant hubbub arose, loudly protesting or approving these two extreme views. Mayor Hilliard pounded on the desk for order. "We"ve got to look at both sides of the question," he said, when the confusion had died down. "I know there are some horses we can lose without much regret; they don"t haul as much as they eat. What Paul says, however, is true: Every horse we keep means trading it for a cow and the food a cow can provide.
"I think we need to keep some horses, but it ought to be the bare minimum. I"ve got an idea about this log hauling. Right now, and for a long time to come, we don"t need horses once the logs are on the road.
It"s a downgrade all the way to town. When the road freezes hard we can coast a sled all the way if we rig a way to steer and brake it properly.
There are only two bad curves coming out of the canyon, and I think we can figure a way to take care of them. Maybe a team at each one.
"This would leave most of the horses free to snake the logs out of the hills to the road. I"m for cutting the horses to twenty-five, selecting the best breeding stock we"ve got, and including the ones needed for emergency riding, such as the Sheriff has."
For another hour it was argued back and forth, but in the end the Mayor"s plan was adopted. Then Dr. Aylesworth, who had not previously spoken during the whole meeting, arose quietly.
"I think there"s something we"re forgetting, Gentlemen," he said.
"Something we"ve forgotten all along. Now that we are faced with our most serious crisis yet, I suggest that you members of our city government pa.s.s a resolution setting aside the next Sabbath as a special day of prayer. Ask the ministers of all our denominations to co-operate in offering special prayer services for the safety of our animals, which we need so badly, and for the success of those who are working on College Hill and elsewhere to find a solution to this grave problem."
Mayor Hilliard nodded approvingly. "We should have done it long ago," he agreed. "If no one has any objections I will so declare as Dr.
Aylesworth has suggested." There were nods of approval from everyone in the room.
By dawn the next morning the crews were ready to begin the vaccination program. One by one, they examined the animals to make sure the best were saved. The rest were slaughtered, examined for signs of anthrax, and most were prepared for storage.