I go JUNGLE ISLAND 



really trouble them. They are not careful about 

 keeping their doors closed and avoiding mosquito 

 bites. You can vsee that it is difficult to keep 

 mosquitoes from carrying malaria from these 

 natives to other people who may be made very 

 ill by it. 



However, there is much less malaria and it is 

 not usually of such a violent kind as it used to 

 be. Americans who live in the Canal Zone towns 

 do not often have it, if they are reasonably careful. 

 The old Spaniards used to take pains to shut out 

 the air at night. The Americans have plenty of 

 air, but they are even more careful to keep the 

 screen doors closed against mosquitoes. 



Americans who work in the jungle are supposed 

 to take enough quinine to prevent malaria, even , 

 if they are mosquito-bitten. 



After I had been going out into the bush for 

 about six weeks, the physician at the Ancon 

 hospital dispensary advised me to begin taking 

 quinine, on the chance that I might have been 

 infected by a malarial mosquito by that time. 

 He gave me the advice and the quinine free, just 

 as he would have done for any Canal Zone 

 employee. 



The quinine was a liquid, and it was not only 

 the bitterest medicine I have tried, but its taste 

 was the most lasting. The doctor would not give 

 it to me in the nice tasteless capsules that pow- 

 dered quinine comes in. He said it would not 



