Ten Days lost from a Life.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1829, 24 July 1891, Page 3

Ten Days lost from a Life.

Have yon ever tried to fancy how it might seem (having been dead) to come to life again ? Let me tell you what happened to me once. Eariy in the spring of 1871 I was thrown from a carriage and seriously hurt. The chief injury was to my right leg below the knee—a deep and ragged cut made by a sharp-edged stone, 'i tie tirst surgical attention given it was hasty and unscientific, yet thus I j-'Uineyed 200 miles to my home in the country. Blood-poisoning followed. Then several weeks of acuta pain and exhausting fever. Then the crisis. For ten days and nights I was absolutely unconscious—l was virtually dead. The heart still beat feebly, but the giind was sunk under Oblivion's sea. Of that : time I never remembered anything ; it is lost out of my history. One morning I found myself—l was back to the world I used to live in ; I saw bending over me the dear faces I used to know. The fever was gone ; the pain was gone; my head was cool and clear. My wife opened wide the windows. Oh, the bright sunshine ! Oh, the sweet, warm air ! Oh, the bird songs ! Oh, to see the clouds of apple blossoms that glorified the old orchard ! Oh, to be alive ! to hear familiar voices once more ! The experience was very suggestive. As never before I understood the resurrection of the dead. So much for my story. Now let me tell you another man's story, as he told it to me. He is an American named Alderson, and lives at a place called Sink's Grove, West Vitginia. He is a gentleman of high character. He said: ".Seven years ago to-day I took my weight on the scales, in company with two or th.ee friends. I weighed exactly 185 pounds, and was never in better health in my life. I could work without effort of sleep like a tired baby. Two months later I began to feel heavy and dull. There was moie or less pain in my chest, sides, arid lower part of the back. I lost my appetite, and the kidney secretion was dark, thick, and scanty. Six weeks after I was down with dropsy. For four months I suffered like a martyr on the rack. The lightest food lay on my stomach like cold iron. There was a nasty metallic taste in the mouth, and and a sickening wind came up with sometimes a sour mucus that bit iuy throat like an acid. My skin got yellow, and my feet ami hands cold and damp. My tongue was coated. I had spells of giddiness and palpitation of the heart to that degree I expected to tumble down and die almost anywhere. "I was in this condition five years. Every remedy I heard of I tried, and good physicians did all they knew how to do. Yet I kept slipping down the hill. Then came a cough. No cough medieine had any effect on it. People whispered, He's going with consumption, and I thought so, too. But it wasn't consumption. Not a bit. My lungs were sound as a new bellows, so I found out afterwards. This is a common mistake. I threw up everything —even sweet milk. The doctor said I must get better or die, and that right aw ay. I was now too weak to walk ; I could only totter and stagger. " A friend came in one day and said, " Alderson you are in bad form. I wish I had known it sooner but lam afraid it is too late now," " What would you have done ?" I asked. " I should have insisted on your taking Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and nothing else," he replied. " I have seen it cure lots of such cases, though none as bad as yours." "Let us try it even now." I begued. We did so; one bottle seemed to do me no good. Vv eeks went by, and I stuck to Mother Seigel's. I beg in to sleep and eat a little, I was able to go out in a few days afterwards. One day being hungry, I ate a full meal at the house of a neighbour, it was the first for months ; I was afraid it would kill me. Did it ? No, I felt the better for it, Hurrah for Mother Seigel, I cried ; "she will cure me." And she did. To-day lam as healthy and hearty as 1 was on New Year's Day, 1883. "My disease was indigestion or dyspepsia, an! the dropsy : s one of its alarming symptoms. When the liver and kidneys are partially paralysed, the fluids of the body remain in the tissues, which is dropsy. I tell you the ailment above all others to be afraid of is the one I had, and the only cure for it that I know of is the remedy that snatched me almost from the very jaws of death.' Thus happily ended the experience of my American friend. R. W. S. Loudon, Oct. 27, 1890.