DROVER’S STRANGE BED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXIX, Issue IX, 30 August 1902, Page 563

DROVER’S STRANGE BED.

PERIL LURKING IN THE FERNS. John Hunt, of Hastings, has been droving since 1881. Everyone who knows him admits that he can handle a horse and a mob of cattle with any man in the Hawke’s Bay district. He has ridden hundreds of miles to the music of the hobble chains and pint pots, and many a mishap has added an element of romance and adventure to Ms roving life. Perhaps the best story he has to tell is about his strange bed among the ferns, just twenty years ago.

“It was away back in the winter of ’82,” said Hunt to an old newspaper friend who stopped to have a yarn with him the other day, “when I was droving around Hawke’s Bay. t found that I could not reach shelter before night, so I had to camp out without much comfort. I made myself a bed of ferns, and was soon fast asleep. I was so tired out and glad qf e. rest that I didn’t notice the ferns were wet. Next morning, however, I found that I was crippled with sciatica, which kept me on the rack for nearly twenty years, until I was cured by Dr. Williams’ pink pills just the other day. Pains like red-hot needles used to dart through my legs and loins. For days at a time I could not leave my bed, or even sit up. My

muscles were drawn, and my nerve* were raw with pain. Sometimes for weeks I could just hobble about with a stick, and then another attack would lay me low. I tell you,” he added, “1 paid pretty dearly for a few hours’ sleep on that bed of wet ferns.” “Did you give up droving then?” “Well,” answered Mr Hunt, “I had to leave it off for weeks together, for I was often too stiff and crippled to throw my leg over my horse. Every movement was like the stab of a knife. A doctor treated me and blistered me and dosed me with medicines, but no ordinary treatment could cure me. Then my friend, Mr Hobson, of Gisborne, advised me to try Dr. Williams’ pink pills. I managed to hobble up to Ecclea’ pharmacy and bought a box. Before I bad used five boxes I was cured. That was nearly three years ago, and I haven’t said much about my cure till now, because I wanted to make quite sure that it was permanent.” The life of exposure and hardship led by drovers and other out-door workers in New Zealand makes Dr. Williams’ pink pills absolutely necessary for their health—but of course they must make quite certain that they get the pills made in Wellington, from the special formula suited to the New Zealand climate. Drover Hunt, of Hastings, suffered from sciatica, which is a nerve disorder, caused by bad blood. He was cured because he soothed his nerves, enriched his blood and built up his entire system with Dr. Williams’ pink pills made in Wellington. If he had taken substitutes put up in glass bottles he would still be suffering the agonies caused by that fern bed. If your dealer won’t give you the genuine kind, put up in wooden boxes with the full address, Wellington, New Zealand, on the outside wrapper, they can be obtained by writing direct to the Dr. Williams’ medicine co., Wellington, at three shillings per box, or six boxes sixteen and six, post free. They are the pills which have worked such wonders amongst the sick and ailing in New Zealand. By striking at the root of disease they have cured the most stubborn cases of anaemia, headaches, indigestion, nervousness, neuralgia, rheumatism, lumbago, sciatica, paralysis and decline. They could not possibly have done this unless they were made according to the special New Zealand formula. This is why you must insist on seeing that the outside wrapper bears the full, genuine address, Wellington, New Zealand. Accept no others at any price. Get the kind that cured Mr John Hunt, pf Hastings, Mrs T. Lynch, of Riverstone, Mr W. Brooks, of Geraldine, Mr C. Wunsch, of Normanby, Mr R. Clucas, of Oxford, and hundreds of others throughout Maoriland.