THROUGH ST. MARTIN'S WINDOW.

Bruce Herald, Volume XXII, Issue 2264, 12 May 1891, Page 4

THROUGH ST. MARTIN'S WINDOW.

_*. Alexis St. Martin was a Canadian trapper. Many years as,o, while out huntiog, be received a gunshot w ound in his abdomen. This finally healed iv such a strange way as to leave an opening in the stomnch, with a thin skin over it almost as clear as a pane of glass. Nothing so remarkable had ever happened before. Through this window, by the aid of a strong light thrown into it, the doctors could see what went on inside his stomach. Ho the poor trapper's bad luck proved to be good luck for the rest of mankind. Now let us see how we can avail ourselves of the knowledge thus obtained. There is a postman by the name of Frederick Green, who lives at 33, Martins Road, Shorblands, Kent. Speaking of an occasion about two ye-ara ago, he lately said : " I couldn't eat meat without experiencing great pain." "What ailed Mr Green? When the doctors looked into St. Martin's stomach just after he had eaten a meal, they observed lhat a liquid of a light yellow color, was thrown in great J quantities from the lining of the stom- I ach in among the food. Then they noticed that the whole mass began to turn round and round as milk does in a revolving churn. When this process was over, in an hour or two, there was nothing to be seen except a grey fluid which looked like broth or soup. The doctors also took note of the fact that when St. Martin ate much meat the stomach required a longer time and seemed to labor harder to turn it into j the broth-like fluid. Then again there were times when the light yellow liquid hardly came forth at all, the stomach moved, or churned, slowly, and the food lay in St. Martin's body until it became rancid, putrid, and sour. At such times he complained of feeling ill and sick and suffering much pain. If not soon relieved his akin turned a copperish hue, a nauseating acid arose into his mouth, his head ached and grew hot, he had sharp pains in different parts of his body, the kidney secretion was thick and high colored, he slept badly, couldn't work, and was low spirited, restless, and uneasy. What he suffered from was indigestion, which; long enough continued, becomes chronic dyspepsia and nervous prostration. Now let us see how it fared with our friend Mr Green, the postman. He goes on to say : " When I drew my breath it w^s like a knife running through my breast. My appetite was bad, and I fell away to nothing. Aa I have to walk twenty miles a day in the discharge of my duties, I found the work in coy weak state was killing me by inches. Before I was taken ill I was a strong, healthy man, and did my work with ease and pleasure. Finally, I had to go on the sick list, and was attended by a physician for a fortnight, but I felt none the better, There was a load on my chest, and when I ate anything the food lay od my stomtck like a ton of lead. " One day my wife said to me : ' Frederick, my mother used to suffer the way you do, and she always found relief by taking Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Why don't you try it?' After some pprsuasion I gave up doctoviug and got a bottle of ' Seigel's ' an. l begun. The first few doses made me feel better. I stuck to Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and in a few weeks I got strong and went back to my work. I have never ailed anything since, and for my recovery I have to thank God and Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup." Mr Green has been postman in the Shortlands district for fifteen years, and bears an excellent character. If there had been a window in his stomach, his physiciau and fttenda might have observed the same trouble that occasionally appeared in the case of St. Martin.