HE SHOUTED FOR HELP.

Otago Witness, Issue 2429, 3 October 1900, Page 17

HE SHOUTED FOR HELP.

It was not for pleasure that Mr Wilson concluded to take a walk in his^ garden; it was rather an experiment than an act of lecreation. And,, grevious^to relate, the result 'was against him. ' The fact is, he had hardly covered 100 ft of ground before he stopped, gave a choking gasp, and then sang' out for help. His wife and two sons came to the rescue, arid got him indoors as best they were able. - CAnd that ended his going about for six months or more.

By trad© Mr. Wilson is a- carpenter, one of the most useful, peaceful and respectable of gill the forms of industry. He has lived and worked for a long time at Given Terrace, Paddington, Brisbane, Queensland, and lives there still. "About four years ago — or it will be by the time this gets into print — Mr Wilson began to feel himself much le?s of a man than he used to be; he was breaking down.

The first thing- he noticed was that when he set oxxt to walk a fairish distance, which he would have done once with a kit of tools on his back without minding it — I say, when he set out to tramp this, he found his legs were weak," and he often had to stop for brea,th And he kept on getting worse. Such a state of things was almost as bad for a carpenter as it would have been for a postman. Both these vocations demand good legs and good wind. On being consulted, the doctor said, '"Mr Wilson, your heart is so weak it can scarcely pump the blood through your body, and your whole system is out of order. There is no chance of your getting sound again, and the sooner you lay aside your saws and hammers the longer you are likely to live." These were plain words, to be sure, but not words which a patient would feel like paying out money to listen to 1 . All the same, friend Wilson did as the doctor said, because he had no choice. He couldn't work, and so n naturally, he didn't. His chisels, grew dull, but not so dull as their owner. He left off making chips and shavings, and went in for drugs and regrets — a bad landslide for him.

After about half a year of this sort of thing Mr Wilson made up his mind to find out for himself if he was in fact so poor a stick of human timber as the medical man had declared him to be; hence this experimental walk' in the garden already described. For six months more he was like a ship in a drydock, of no use to himself or anybody else. The doctor had measured up the carpenter's complaint to an eighth of an inch, but asfor cubing it, why, that he made no pretence of doing. . ! "About this time," says Mr Wilson in a letter dated September 22, 1899, "Mr Frank Percival -Peacock, of Manning street, South Brisbane, urged me to' try Mother Seigel's Syrup ; he said he was sure it would help me. To my surprise and delight, it enabled me to get about in three weeks, and in ; six weeks I went back to wobk, and have had , splendid health ever since. "As I am 61 years old, it wasn't the rebound of youthful elasticity that saved me; it was Mother Seigel's Syrup, and nothingelse. . I- am known to nearly all the people of this neighbourhood, who can vouch for the truth of my statement."— H. Wilson, Mr Wilson's ailment was of the digestion— the heart'-and lung troubles being functional symptoms of that. When the stomach was made right he. picked up, his teaw.

News from Tutuila, Samoa, states that recently a .Tuafale namecl Faganina, of Afugai, caught, a fish (Malauli) and went home to eat it, but one of the chiefs (Alii) namecl Letuli heard of this and went for the native for daring to cook such a fish, and after talcing all his boxes and other movables away killed all his pigs and live stock and burned his house. It was said to be contrary to Samoan custom for a native to eat that fish unless he was a chief. The chief is now in gaol at Pango-