THE DOG, THE MAN, AND THE MEAT

Lake County Press, Issue 692, 23 January 1896, Page 7

THE DOG, THE MAN, AND THE MEAT

A friend of mine and I were walking together the other day; a dog dashed past us after something he saw on the pavement. It was a big piece of meat. He pun need on it and swallowed it in twoseconds. My companion looked at the dog with envious admiration. " My humble friend," he said, " I'll give you £5,000 for your appetite aiid your digestion. You are not afraid to eat; I am." But the dog knew whit happiness is nude of. He declined the offer and trotted away. It is astonishing how many different people use this expression. "lam" or " I was" afraid to cat. As the writer pens these lines five letters lie on the table before him, every one of them containing it. Yet the persjns who wrote the letters are not known to one another. There was, therefore, no agreement among them. Why should there be, even if they wereacquainted. No, there is nothiug in it to wender at. They went through the same experience, and express it in tiie most natural way, that's ail. But what does it mean ? Are people suspicions of poisoned food ? No, no ; that is not so. The food is not poiaoutd before it is eaten, but afterwards. An example will show what really occurs, and why so many are afraid to eat. We quote from one of the letters : " One night, early in 1892," says the writer, "I was seized with dreadful pains in the pit of the stomach, and a choking sensation in the throat. I feared I was going to die. My wife called in a neighbour. They applied hot flannels and turpentine, but I got no relief. Then a doctor came and gav.me. medicine. He said he never saw nnyone's tongue in such a condition. It was of a yellow colour, and covered with a slimy phlegm, so thick I could have scraped it with a knife. I had a heavy'pain in the aid?, and fait so dejected and miserable I didn't know what to do with myself. What litile food I took gaye me so much pain I was afraid to eat. The doctor put me on starvation diet, and injected morphine to easj the pain. " Getting no real benefit fiom the first doctor I saw another, who said I had enlargement of the liver. He gave me medicine?, but I got no better. In August I went to Exmouth to sec what my native air would do for me, but came back worse than ever. I had lost over three stone in weight, and being too weak to move about I used to lie on the couch mo.it of the time. I never expected to get well, and didn'c care much what became of me. " One day in October my wife said, 'lt appears the doctors can do nothing for you, so I am going to doctor you myseif.' She went to tiie Southern Drug Stores, in Camberwell Road, and got a bottle of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. After taking this medicine for a few days the pain in my stomach left me, my appetite improved, and I gained some strength. Soon afterwards I was back at my work. The people in the office, seeing how «vell I looked, asked what, had cured me, and I answered Mother Seigel's Syrup. I shall be glad to reply to any inquiries about my case. (Signed) Charles Harris, 74, Beretford Street, Cambcrwell, London, December Ist 1892." Mr Harris' statement goes straight to the point. Why was he afraid to eat? Because his food !?avc him pain without giving hi.r. strength. This was dead wrong. . It was exactly the reverse of what it should have been. When a man is the proper form he gets vigor and power 'rom his meals, and eats thsm with enjoyment and relish. If he doesn't there is something the matter with him. What is it ? Now let your thoughts expand a bit, so as to take in a droad principle. One man's meat is another man's poison, they sayThat's so, but it's only half the truth. Any man's meat is any man's poison, under certain conditions. If grain never got any further than the mill hopper we should never have bread, and if bread (or other food) nevor got further than the stomach we should never have strength. See? Well, when the stomach is torpid, inflamed, and ''on strike," what happens? Why, your food lies in it and rots. The fermentations produces poisons which get intc the blood and kicks up the worst sort of mischief all over the body. This is indigestion and dyspepsia, though the doctors call each and every trick of it by a. separate name. Yet they don't} cure it, which is the main thing after all. But Mother Seigel's Curative Sytup does, as Mr Harris says, and as thousand ot others say.