It’s a story

A multi-panel narrative from Madrid cómico (1890):

The cholera was resting on the banks of the Ganges when a virgula bacillus arrived with a letter that said the following:

The governor, who was not secreted away, dictated severe provisions

and appointed a numerous and distinguished commission of wise men,

which, before setting off, wrote an enlightening report on the necessary precautions in such cases.

Already within the commission’s domain, the consequences of the disease were attentively and carefully observed, and it was declared that there is no doubt that it was the true morbid cholera of the worst kind.

Anyone who had family or friends around the infected site was subject to a preventive cordon.

The official news was increasingly terrifying

And people were entertained with always healthy fumigations and fires.

Apprehensive families, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, fled to the mountain peaks,

and clinics for travelers were established everywhere.

When the cholera answered his disciple with the attached letter and visited him shortly afterwards, making him a victim in passing,

it was meticulously recognized by the commission of wise men, whose president announced urbi et orbi that the disease was entering the period of decline, and that the last case was no longer cholera, but colic.