May 11, 1917 Prosser Benton County Washington, USA
Known as "Frank"
After three days of untold suffering, Frank Callaham, foreman on the Kelso ranch near Kiona, died here Friday night a victim of that dread disease rabies.
Mr. Callaham had been in good health up to noon Thursday when he began to have difficulty in swallowing. Thinking he had some minor throat trouble he came to Prosser to consult a physician. Going to the office of Dr. C. C. Moffat he explained his symptoms and was sure that he was suffering from asthma. The throat trouble in connection with the man's extreme nervous condition led Dr. Moffat to ask if he had ever been bitten by an animal. Mr. Callaham insisted that he had not. During the afternoon he became worse and Dr. D. M. Angus was called into consultation. While both physicians were inclined to think that it was a true case of hydrophobia, the victim was tenacious in the statement that he had never been bitten.
The patient spent a restless night and Friday morning began to have irrational spells. During one of these he showed where he had been bitten by a dog and there was no longer a doubt as to diagnosis. Upon being questioned Callaham then told about being bitten by a puppy last January. He had killed the animal and thought little of the incident, at the time, but it developed that he had been somewhat worried before coming to town.
Following this the unfortunate man was watched closely. Being unable to swallow he was constantly bothered with saliva, and was so nervous that he could remain in one position but a short time. About 3 o'clock Friday afternoon the symptoms became more alarming and it was considered advisable to lock him up. A call was sent to the sheriff's office and Deputy Sheriff Harley R. Tucker arrived a short time later.
As the party was leaving the Moffat drug store those who happened to be in the immediate vicinity witnessed a most pathetic and long to be remembered scene. Mrs. Callaham carrying their year-old baby alighted from an automobile just as her husband came out on the sidewalk. Callaham looked at his wife without recognizing her and looked away. She rushed up to him crying: "Frank, don't you know me?" He hesitated, threw his arms around her and said: "Sure I know you," then grabbing the baby he held it up and kissed it with, "Well, hello, Red! how are you?"
Realizing the danger the babe and its mother were in they were torn away from him by sympathetic hands and he was placed in a waiting automobile. Mrs. Callaham, however, was allowed to accompany him to the county jail, and he was locked up with little trouble.
Although holding out no hopes for recovery the physicians and county authorities went ahead with arrangements for taking the unfortunate man to Seattle in order to give him the Pasteur treatment. All this came to a halt about 7:30, however, for when Mr. Tucker returned from dinner friends who were watching stated that the sick man had been extremely quiet for some little time, and when the doctor arrived a few minutes later he was beyond all earthly aid.
Mr. Callaham was 41 years of age and leaves a wife and four little children. The body was taken to Buckley Saturday, where interment was made.