THE BIRDS WHISTLED "THE DEAD MARCH."

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1204, 29 March 1895, Page 28

THE BIRDS WHISTLED "THE DEAD MARCH."

"Even the birds on the trees learned to whistle the ' Dead March/ " It was an old soldier who was talking. "We were in camp," he said, "in a flat, malarious part of the country. Our colonel was a splendid fighter, but didn't appear to have any idea of sanitary matters. Just then we were in more danger from disease than from the enemy. Presently fever broke, out, and the men died by the dozen. Hardly a day but we buried some of them in the swamp. In fact, we played the ' Dead March' so often that I used to fancy the birds in the trees had learned to whistle it. 'Awful sorry, you know, boys/ said our colonel, 'but so long as we have to stay here we can't help having the fever/ But the colonel was wrong, as another regiment camped near us almost wholly escaped. But their commander fought the malaria with sanitation and preventive medicine. That made the difference/' In January, 1892, the influenza was epidemic at Stebbing, near Chelmsford. Among the persons attacked were Mrs Abram Thorogood, of White House Farm, her daughter Annie, and her sons William and Ernest. They had terrible pains in the head, sore muscles and joints, and were very feverish. The whole four —mother and three children—were confined to their beds.

In a letter on the subject Mr Thorogood says:—"My wife became quite delirious; she did not know where she was, and could neither get in nor out of bed. I gave Mother Seigel's Curative byrup to all of them with excellent results, the fever soon left them j and shortly they were well and strong as ever, and have since remained so. I may mention that many neighbours and friends had the same complaint as my wife and family, but-although the others had doctors and the best attention and advice, none recovered so rapidly as my people did. I thank God that I came to hear of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, for although we are a family of seven, living at home, during the eight years I have kept it in the house we have not needed a doctor, thus saving many pounds in doctors' bills and costly prescriptions. "The way I first used Seigel's Syrup was this : In the spring of 1883 I began to feel ill and out of sorts. My tongue was dreadfully coated, and a thick phlegm covered my gums and teeth. After eating I suffered from pain at the chest and stomach. I had bad nights, and sweat so much that in the morning my underclothing was soaked with moisture. In the following August carbuncles came on the back of my neck, on my nose and onrmy cheek bone. What I suffered I cannot describe. "I got so low and weak that I could barely crawl about. The doctors did me no good. And as for their physic I mighfc as well have taken tea or water. In pain and suffering I lingered on until I heard, through a neighbour, of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and got a bottle from Mr W. Linsell, grocer, of Stebbing. A few doses relieved me, and soon the carbuncles disappeared, and I was well as ever. Yours truly (signed), Abram Thorogood, White House Farm, Stebbing, by Chelmsford, August 19th, 1892." In Mr Thorogood's own case the disease was indigestion and dyspepsia, which poisoned his blood and caused the carbuncles, which are growths on the underlying layers of the skin. After the Syrup had purified the blood they were absorbed and expelled from the system. The effect of the remedy in the cases of the other members of his family shows (what we have often stated), viz., that influenza attacks those whose blood is filled with the poisonous acids thrown into the system by fermented food in the stomach. Mr Thorogood says his wife had been troubled with indigestion and dyspepsia, which was no doubt the case with the children also. Don't allow your blood to become a breeding-ground of disease. On the first signs of indigestion take Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. You know the proverb about the ounce of prevention.