IN SWAMP LAND.

Evening Post, Volume LXIV, Issue 149, 20 December 1902, Page 2

IN SWAMP LAND.

A STRANGE EXPERIENCE. William Brooks, of Geraldine, worked for some time hi the Canterbury swamp lands — and this led to an exciting experience that reads like a romance. All the facta, however, have been amply vouched for. Brooks is an old pioneer of seventytwo, and the story he tells is exceedingly interesting. < "Forty years ago," said he, "I landed in Lyttelton, and have lived in the Canterbury district ever since, After farming and gardening for some years in swampy land I became the victim of a strange experience. One day whilst digging, a sharp, shooting pain ran up my hip and thigh. I soon found out that I was attacked," added Mr. Brooks, who lives in Talbot-st., Geraldine, "with sci-| atica, and until I used Dr. Williams' piffk pills all my South Canterbury and Christchurch friends thought I Vould never I regain my activity. Evory timo I tried j to move my leg the pain was so piercing that if I closed my ey.es I could fancy that demons were drawing red hot needles through my flesh. The muscles of my loins find legs became tight. The agony was eicruciating, and I had to take to bed. For three years I suffered terrible tortures, off and on — sometimes being quite disabled. Nothing I took drove the sciatica away. Then I read in the Christchurch Lyttelton Times oi the Weekly Press that Dr. Williams' pink pills were a certain cure for sciafica, rheumatism, and all blood .and nerve ,dfte\ises, so I tried them. In a very short space of time the}' 'braced up my nerves and erriched my blood. They struck right at the cause of all my trouble. They gave me back my appetite and made me sleep well. ' They took all the pains of sciatica away, and made me stronger and more active than I had been for five or six years. Of course, I was cured by the genuine N.Z. pills, put up in small wooden boxes — not by any; worthless substitutes in glass bottles. The genuine pills cured me so thoroughly that I have had no return of the aalment, although I have been doing a deal of gardening in swampy land even in wet weather." Mr. Brooks, who relates this strange experience, was born in Cheshire, Eng- ! land, and came out forty years ago in the celebrated pioneer vessel, the "Brothers' Pride."