CRUSHED AND PARALYSED.
TEBBIBLE MINING- ACCIDENT BED-BIDDEN FOB A YEAR LEFT THE HOSPITAL A CRIPPLE ,f‘ - ■ 18 MONTHS ON CRUTCHES •NOW HARD AT WORK AGAIN DB WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS. “If it hadn’t been for Dr Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People I would have gone down to my grave a cripple. You will admit mat when you hear the facts of my case, said. tVilliam Lonsdale, Underground Manager in the Hepburn Colliery of the A. and A. Co., West Maitland. Mr Lonsdale is », brother of George Lonsdale, Esq., J.P., 8 Oar.isle St., Leichhardt, Sydney. He is now living with his son; James Lonsdale, of Weston, near West Maitland. ■“ I was .-very nearly crushed to death by a fall of 3 tons of coal in Outtrim Mine. I was all torn and mangled when they dragged me out. My hip. bones were broken, a great hole was torn in my back, big pieces of rock were buried in myi flesh, and all my insides were crushed. For 10 weeks I lay in Melbourne Hospital, and, then the doctors gave- me up. For a who.® year I never moved off my back. For tho next eighteen months I dragged myself about a few yards every day on crutches—but I was paralysed from my waist- down, without ,a ' hope of ever walking another step. Then I started to take Dr Williams’ Pink. Pills, and, inside of , 3 months, ' I had thrown, away my crutches, and gone back toi work in the piine. It is a down-right miracle. Dr Williams’ Pink Pills raised me up from a I paralytic to a strong, healthy man. 11 It was down in Outtrim in 1801 that I met with the accident that nearly killed me,” said Mr Lonsdale. “It was the last day of August, and I was working in a gallery that, was just three feet high. I was stooping down with my hammer well over my shoulder ready to strike. All of a sudden three tons of stone came crashing down on- me like thunder. The timber props broke the fall—md they were the‘ only."thing that-saved me liras, bein'; crushed to a jelly. Four of my mates rushed up, but they couldn’t budge the rock that had buried me. It took ten men to ires me, working like niggers with crowbars. When they got me out, some of the mien turned sick at the sight. 1 was covered with blood, and there was a great gaping hole where my hammer had been driven into my back. The rock had ripped my shoulders open as clean as if it were done, with a carving knife. My left eye was nearly gouged out. My whole body was one bruised and battered mass of ; flesh and blood. They started) to carry me up the tunnel on a stretcher, I begged my mates to put mo . down in one of the safety cuttings at the side of the tunnel. ■.l only wanted to be left there to die. I was carried home to my horrifiedwife—and a few minutes later the doctor arrived. t “By that time the loss of blood had left me too weak to speak when the doctor was going'over me. My hip bones were fractured. All my .insides, were crushed. There were dull, gnawing pains round my waist right down to my groin. The wound in my back went deep down into my .loins. Great pieces of. stone were driven aw-ay into my flesh—but 1. was in such a low state that the doctors didn’t care to take them out then and there. My life was just hanging by a thread. There didn’t seem to be the slightest chance that I would live the week out. But the lodge doctor fought like a Trojan to save me. For eix weeks he cam© to see me night and day. But, .in spite of all his care, I did not rally. He saw,that-I was sinking, and ordered me straight to the Melbourne Hospital. “ Never shall I forget that journey from l Outtrim. to Melbourne. At Spencer Street Station I was carried out on a stretcher to the Ambulance, and driven to the Hospital. There they put me under the X-rays—and the doctors said at once that there wasn’t one atom of hope for me. All- they could do i was to, -ease my .pain. They kept sticking syringes into my -arm and injecting Morphia, After that I would go off into a heavy sleep —but always suffered worse when I woke. I had enough Morphia to kill six bullocks. My hair turned grey in those few weeks. My wounds had to be washed and dressed three times a day. The hammer wound in my back was six inches across, and it had to bo plugged with a great lump of cotton wool soaked in carbolic. For six weeks the contents of my bladder had to be drawn ofll through a tube—and it was nothing, but black blood. A thin piece of fractured hone •n inch long, had worked. its way down and blocked my bowel. The agony X wemt through was awful. "When the bona came away there was a great rush of blood, and after that I had a little relief. But, in spite of everything, I kept sinking slowly. Tho Hospital doctors said my case was hopeless. ■ “I lay there on my.back in the Melbourne Hospital for, ten long weeks. When they saw X was past the .help of medicine, the Hospital doctors wanted to send mo to the Eom© for Incurables where X could spend iho last few weeks of my life. But I made up my mind to go back home to Outtrim where I could die' with all my family around me After reaching Outtrim I lay for-twelve months on the_ flat of my back with an air pillow like a lifebuoy under me'to keep the gaping wound in my back up off my bed. I didn’t have'the strength of a .new born child. The only parts I could move were my head and my hands. I had to be fed with a spoon Barley water was all I could take. My shin bones were like; knife blades, and my ribs were nearly coming through my skin. I was practically paralysed. My feet were stone cold and numb. Bed sores broke out all overmy back and hips. I lay in the one position week after week, praying for Death. .' After twelve months on my back I was just able to put my feet on the'ground and struggle along a few steps- on crutches,'’ Mr I/onsdale went on to say. “ The crutches were hung from my shoulders with straps Every step racked me with pain from head , , I used to sit by the window and w T“,. the - P e °Ph) going by, saying to myself Will I ever walk like you?’ All this time for 2i years, I drew sick pay from the Acci“ent Fund. I was worn--down to sst 10lb. The lower part of my body seemed numb and dead. I- was absolutely paralysed—and I , would _be paralysed r to this dav if it hadn't been fox Dr Williams’ Pink Pills. My mates came to see me every day, and *T case was known to everybody in the country for miles around Outtrim. One day an old farmer friend came to see me When I told him I was paralysed for life, ho told me how Dr Williams’ Pink Pills had put men like me on their feet again after the best doctors had given them up for as good as dead. I sent straight to, Gleeson’s focal store and got a good supply. The first box didnt do me an atom of good. When I was on the -third box my appetite picked up, and I. started to pull myself together. After that every box of Dr Williams’ Pink Pills did me more good. In time they healed up all my insides, and gave hack life to my paralysed muscles. At last I was able to throw away my crutches and walk as firm and steady a® ever. Since then I -have grafted at the hardest work down in the pit and am able to do more than many men of half my age. There’s not a single trace of my accident left—except the scars, and I shall carr . them.to my grave. To my dying day I shall never stop telling everyone ’ what Dr Williams’ Pink Pills did for mo. My cure is an absolute miracle.” When Dr Williams’ Pink Pills saved William Lonsdale after doctors sfCid he could rot possibly live, it is no wonder they can. cure so easily little ailments n'ke anaemia, indigestion, biliousness, headaches, backaches, rheumatism, neural- ' P' a - nervousness,, and the secret blood troubles of women and growing girls. Dr Williams’ irmk Pills do only one thing, but they do it we.l—they actually make new blood. But the blood- is the root of all health. If you are in doubt about your own case, write "for free medical advice to the Dr Williams’ Medicine Co., Wellington. From that adcap a l so order by mail the genuine Hr Williams’ Pink Pi!ls-3s a box, sis: boxes Ids 6a, 203st free.
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Lyttelton Times, Volume CXV, Issue 13949, 4 January 1906, Page 10
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