THROUGH ST. MARTIN’S WINDOW.

Western Star, Issue 1546, 21 March 1891, Page 1 (Supplement)

THROUGH ST. MARTIN’S WINDOW.

JJexig St. Martin was a Canadian t rapper. Many years ago, while out hunting, ho received a gunshot wound in h'» abdomen. Th is finally healed in such a strange way as tn leave an opening into the st imach, with a th"i skin over it e’most as clear as a pane of glass. Nothing so remarkable had ever happened before. Through this window, by the aid of strong light thrown into it, the doctors could see what went on inside bis stomach. So the poor trapper’s bad luck proved to be good luck for the rest of mankind. Now let us see how we can avr " ourselves of the knowledge thus ob( ained. There is a postman by the name of IV: lerick Green, who j lives at Martin’s Road, Shortlands, Kent. Speaking of an occasion about two years ago, | he lately s id: “I could’nt eat mi at without experiencing great pain,” "What ailed Mr Green. ? When the doctors looked into St. Martin’s stomach just after he had eaten a meal, they observed that a liquid of a light yellow ; colour, was thrown in great quantities j from the lining of the stomach in among the food. Then they noticed that the whole j mass began to turn round and round as milk I does in a revolving churn. W hen this process was over, in an hour or two, there was nothing to be seen except a grey fluid which looked like broth or soup. The doctors also took note of the fast that Wi.en St. Martin ate much meat the stomach required a longer j time and seemed to labor harder to turn it j into the broth-like fluid. Then agian there were times when the light yellow liquid hardly 1 came forth at all, the stomach moved, or 1 churned, slowly, and the food lay in St. Martin’s body until it became rancid, putrid and sour. At such limes he complained of feeling ill and siok and suffering much pain, If not soon relieved his skin turned a copperish hue, a nauseating acid arose into his morth, his head ached and grew hot, he had sharp pains in different parts of his body, the kidney secretion was thick and high coloured, he slept badly, eouldn’t work, and was low spirited, restless and uneasy. What ho suffered from was indigestion, which, long enough continued, becomes chronic dyspepsia and nervous prostration. Now let us see how it fared with our friend Mr Green, the postman. He goes on to say : When I drew my breath it was like a knife running through my chest. My appetite w.M bad, and I fell away to nothing. —As I have to walk twenty miles a day in the t ’schargo of my duties, I found the work in my weak o*-ite was killing me by inches. Before I was taken ill I wrs a strong, healthy man, and did my work with ease and pleasure, ru rally I had to go on the sick list, and was attended by a physician for a fortnight, but I felt none the better. There was a load on my chest, and when I ate anything the fool lay on my stomach like a ton of lead. “ One day my wife sdd to me : ‘ Frederick mv mother used to suffer the way you do, and she always found relief by tal : ug Mother Seigel’s Curative Sy .up. Why don’t you try it ?’ After some persuasion I, gave up doctoring and,got a bottle of ' Seigel’s’and begun. The first few doses made me reel better. J stuck to Mother Soigel’s Curative Syrup, and in a few weeks I got strong aid went back to my work. I have never a: ed anything since, and for my recove./I have to thank God and Mother Seigel’s Curative has been postman in the Shortlands district for fifteen years, and bears on excellent character. If there had been a window in his stomach, his physician and friends might have observed the same trouble that occasionally appeared in the case of St. Martin.