Word: malariae
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...other businesses. After a few years he exchanged one hopelessness for another and took service in the army in Morocco, building a road into the hostile territory of Abd-el-Krim. From top officers down, the army was as sick with graft as many of its members were with malaria and syphilis...
...pigs, either by contact or in unpasteurized milk or cheese. Hence it is most common in rural areas. Anyone who feels weak, tired, feverish and generally rotten should be suspected of having the disease-but detection is tough. Reason: the symptoms resemble those of many other common diseases, including malaria, tuberculosis, psychoneurosis. Undulant fever seldom kills, but it may keep its victims wretched...
...ambition attained, Raffles turned homewards. Of the five children his wife had borne him in these years, only one had survived the scourges of malaria and dysentery. Worn out and sick, he chartered a ship, loaded it with the products of some 20 years' research in the East-a priceless harvest of botanical and zoological specimens, cartological and climatic studies, thousands of pages of native histories and racial researches. One day out, the ship took fire and sank, a total loss...
...history scholarship. He joined the Chinese in their heroic retreat to the mountains, taking a job in their Ministry of Information. Within a few months he left the Ministry, became a TIME correspondent for the rest of the war in China. Pain without Fear. He suffered dysentery and malaria. Once all his possessions were destroyed by bombs. Occasionally he was called home for a few months, but he was always eager to return to China. One of his returns was made on a Dutch ship loaded with dynamite, which sailed unescorted across the Pacific...
...disaster. On a winding, roller-coaster trail hurried a pitiful file of refugees, fleeing from destruction, despair and defeat. At the head of the line, setting the pace with a brisk 105 steps to the minute, trudged a slight, bespectacled old man wearing a World War I campaign hat. Malaria, cholera, the heat and exhaustion had plucked younger men from the line, but Uncle Joe, then 59, never faltered. He refused to ride one of the caravan's few mules: they were for the nurses and the wounded. Somehow the ragged line struggled through to the roadhead in India...