Her patients are dying. And it's not just the yellow fever that's killing them. Yellow fever. In 1878, the words sent shivers down the spines of anyone living near a body of water. From New Orleans, up the Mississippi River to Memphis and beyond, thousands of people sickened and died during that terror-filled summer.
A determined band of volunteers fought for their patients' lives. A Creole nurse traveled north from New Orleans to help, bringing with her a very special necklace. An Irish chambermaid learned nursing and put her life at risk trying to lower her patients' fevers. A Jewish physician volunteered despite lacking immunity to the virus. A fisherman became one of the first black policemen in the South when the white force was decimated by the disease.
Priests, sisters, reverends, rabbis, hearse drivers, gravediggers, retired military, an unashamed madam, a gambler...
Some survived. Others paid the ultimate price. And with patients dying from something that wasn't yellow fever, only one person could hear the voices of the dead and help.
