National Geographic : 1942 Jul
The National Geographic Magazine Staff I'hotograplher H. Anthony Stewart Jim Hatcher Left Sound Advice Lettered on the Lobby Walls of His Hotel at Pikeville In an eccentric will the wealthy mining man commanded that all the mural legends be left intact as long as the hotel should stand (page 73). Beside the fireplace in another part of the room he invites visitors: "If used to carrying coal for wife at home, carry it here; we want you to feel at home." ing four and five miles a day, so determined are they to get an education. The school was established 40 years ago in response to the plea of Uncle Solomon Everidge that 'laming' be brought to his 'grands and greats.' His log house now occupies a place of honor on the Hindman campus. About 25 miles southwest of Hindman a noble woman, Mary Breckinridge, conducts the famous Frontier Nursing Service and Hos pital. Headquarters of the Service are at Hyden and Wendover. From these points heroic traveling nurses go out into well-nigh impassable country to care for mothers in childbirth and for all manner of sufferers. The nurses made a 14-year record of 3,000 deliveries of babies without a maternal death as a direct result of pregnancy, and with the loss of only four mothers from pneumonia and chronic conditions. They have studied and combated hook worm in cooperation with the Kentucky State Board of Health, the United States Public Health Service, and Johns Hopkins and Van derbilt Universities. In fighting pellagra they have cooperated with the University of Cin cinnati. I quote the story told by one of the nurses who daily risk their very lives to save others. " 'You're wanted on Cutshin,' said the man to me. 'The river's in tide, so it will be a matter of walking.' "It was a pitch-black night, with an east wind blowing and a flurry of snow in the air. We walked fast and the man chatted gaily, carrying the bags easily. 'We hope it'll be a girl,' he said. "From the only State bridge on the Middle Fork we turned left and soon reached a few logs bridging a creek that sounded like a giant Niagara. "'Wonder this bridge doesn't give way!' remarked my companion when I was inse curely balanced in the middle.