HAIR BREADTH ESCAPES.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue X, 28 August 1897, Page 313

HAIR BREADTH ESCAPES.

AN OLD CRIMEAN HERO'S STORY. The old Crimean veterans are now fast passing away, few only remaining to tell the tale of their share in the great struggle of the * fifties ’ between the mother country and Russia. It may not be generally known, however, that we have right in our midst an old and highly respected veteran of that campaign. Mr Chas. Terry, of 485 Kent street, is the gentleman to whom we refer, and his tales of hairbreadth escapes as mentioned incidentally to our reporter were well worth listening to. Mr Terry is a prominent Templar and has done much for this good cause, in fact, he was taking part in a temperance meeting when our reporter, who was sent to gather details of his remarkable experiences, arrived at his house. Our repre-

eentatlve was directed to the lecture hall and soon found Mr Terry, who very kindly consented to return at once with him.

In response to a few questions. Mr Terry stated • I joined the Royal Navy about 1853, and served during the Crimea in H.M.S. ‘Retribution,* Captain Thomas Fisher, under Admiral Dundas, bearing the flag of Rear-Admiral Baines, and I bear the Crimean decoration. I arrived in Australia at the latter end of 1877 in H.MS. ‘Sapphire.’ the Hon. Captain Merry. I then joined the ‘ Diamond,’ under Captain Dale, on this station, and on leaving the ship quitted the service for good, having in all served in seventeen ships in Her Majesty's Royal Navy. In August of last year (1896) I found myself at Emu Plains, being in the employ of Messrs M'Grath, fellmongers. Ib was whilst there that I was taken ill, towards the latter end of August. I attributed my illness to frequent exposure and sudden and complete changes of temperature. My first symptoms were coughing, a spitting of blood, and a bloody discharge from the kidneys of the consistency of jelly. One man there was particularly kind to me, and constantly stayed up with me all night, giving me eucalyptus to inhale, and continually rubbing it into my chest, throat and stomach. This man kept constantly telling me to clear out from Emu Plains and go to hospital, otherwise, to use his own words, he said, “You will not last long.” Feeling that his words were likely to prove true, I followed his advice, came to Sydney, and took up my abode at 485, Kent street, where I still am living. On my arrival in Sydney I suffered from great pains in the back and sides, and also under the ribs. I could take no solid food, and entirely subsisted on eggs and new milk, which my ladylady procured for me. I went to see a medical man whose rooms were within ten minutes’ walk of my home, and was so horribly weak that it took me an hour and ten minutes to get there. He told me to strip, and he then sounded me and asked me how long I had been bad. I told him that from the first it was about eight weeks, upon which he said, “ Get away, man; it’s chronic lung trouble.” He suggested that I should go to a hospital at once, but I refused, and returned home. I had medicine prescribed for me of various kinds, which proved quite ineffectual, and afforded me no relief whatever. I took no less than seven bottles of eucalyptus, and even chlorodyne was prescribed for me. I fell away lamentably, perspired profusely, and could not obtain any sleep. I was in such pain that I could not shift in bed. My right side was much the worst, and my breathing was most laboured and painful. I cannot be too grateful to my friend, Brother J. C. Jones. He would stay with me for three or four hours at a time. One day a friend of mine read to me the account of Boilermaker Jarvis’ wonderful recovery by taking Dr. Williams* Pink Pills, and I'at once procured a box. I had taken all but two, when the blood ■ spitting and emission ceased. After two boxes I was able to get up and move about, and now, at the end of six boxes, feel almost well, with the exception of feeling very weak. The cure was magical, and I tell all my friends and the general public that nothing but Dr. Williams’ Pills brought me once more before them to agitate the temperance question, and on each occasion I have met with a great reception. (Mr Terry here called our reporter’s attention to the amount of useless physic he had consumed, and, indeed, the amount of bottles reminded one of the interior of a chemist's shop). I can speak in the highest possible terms of the marvellous curative properties of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. On my visits to, and lectures in, the country I shall consider it my duty to suffering humanity to recount my astounding enre, and I trust I may be the means of saving the life of many a despairing mortal. Chas. Terry.’ (Signed on oath and in the presence of Charles Lovely, J.P.) Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People have cured paralysis, locomotor ataxy, rheumatism, and sciatica ; also all diseases arising from impoverishment of the blood, scrofula, rickets, chronic erysipelas, consumption of the bowels and lungs, ancemia, pale and sallow complexion, general muscular weakness, loss of appetite, palpitations, pains in the back, nervous headache, early decay, all forms of female weakness, and hysteria. These pills are a tonic, not a purgative. They are genuine only with the fall name, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, and are sold by chemists and storekeepers generally or the Dr. Williams* Medicine Company, Wellington, New Zealand, will forward on receipt of stamps or post order one box for 3s, or half-dozen for 15s 9d.