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Otago Witness, Issue 2734, 8 August 1906, Page 78

BRONCHIAIJSTHMA. £250 "Wasted on Doctors. Lungs Torn and Bleeding:. Had to Figiit for Breata. No Sign of Weak Chest Now. A. J. Bwotop dumbDr Williams' Pink Pills. 1 After 16 years of constant misery, and after wasting -£250 on doctors, r> r Williams' Pink Pills cured me fd>good of the worst case of Asthma that ever a mm had," said Mr Andrew James Dunlop, who was born in Auckland forty-seven years ago, and who is to-day a prosperous farmer residing in Heatherton, Dandanong. " One wet night, when coming heme from Brighton, I took the wrong track and got lost," Mr Dunlop went on to say. " I had to tramp six miles in the pouring rain, and arrived home wet to the skin. Next morning I could not speak with the cold. In a week I was wheezing with every breath. That vaf the beginning of the Asthma that nearly co3t me my life. v "My Jiose was completely stuffed up with Catarrh. It took , two hours steady hawking and spitting before I could draw one good breath. You could hear me wheezing all over the house. As soon as it came dark a horrible smothering feeling came on. I used to moan and struggle and gasp for breath. In tbe dead of night I would have to get out of bed and sit bolt upright, to save myself from smothering. Often I groped my way out into -the cold night air, so that 1 could breathe enough to keep, myself alive. Dozens of times I nearly choked to death with coughing. "No one in the house could sleep, for I did nothing but cough, cough, cough," Mr Dunlop added. " I brought up yelloW 1 phlegm streaked with blood. My blood was in a terrible state. You may judge how full it was of poison when I tell you that great blisters used to come out on my chest. Some were as big as a shilling, and there were thousands of little ones. When Mrs Dunlop cut these blisters open with the scissors yellow matter and corruption poured out of them. My wife tended me day and night. I could not lie down in bed. As soon as I tried, I felt as if someone were pressing a heavy pillow over my mouth and nose. I had to get up and «it all night in a chair by the fire. Then when 1 was utterly worn out with coughing I might get an hour's sleep, sitting bolt upright. For- sixteen years neither my wife nor I had a night's sound sleep. "The coughing fite nearly lifted the top off my head. My forehead burned, and there ;tvere boring, aching pains in the back of my head and across my shoulders. The Catarrh filled up my nose, and the foul droppings into my mouth turned me sick. I had no Telish for food. Everything tasted alike to me. I was too weak to do a stroke of work, and had hardly the strength to walk. Many a time I prayed to God for death, and Mrs Dunlop went on her knees and asked for relief for me.