Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 3, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 February 1883 — ELDER MOSE KITE. [ARTICLE]

ELDER MOSE KITE.

[Troy Kansae Chief, Jan. 18,1883.] (T utSd to pS^T 11 triw wL° build physique; who in 1858 led ft colony of our people to Pike’s Peak; who fought the Indians on the plains and was shot through the body; who on his return here, after the rebellion, was converted and baptized by Elder Henshall, of the Christian Church at Petersburg Bottom, and became a revival preacher of celebrity all through this section. They will also recall the fact that, attacked with consumption and reduced to a skeleton, he was obliged to remove to the Bookies in the hope of saving bis lifa None thought he would succeed. Last fall, however, the editor of this paper met him at the head of the Republican river, bigger and more robust than ever. *\Mhy, I thought you had died of consumption long, long ago, Elder?" “Me? I never had consumption, man! though people thought that was what ailed me, and I thought so myself. But the dootors had sent me on a wild-goose chase after a dozen other diseases, just as fatal, and this was the wildest one of all ” The good Elder then recounted to ns in a charming vein, his many adventures to the rough and ready life he had led, "bat,” he said, "remarkable as yon may think my warlike life has been, I have a much more interesting story* to tell you." "You know what h rough, noisy fellow I used to be; and I could stand any hardship. Why, on a wager, I have knocked down an ox and a mole with my fist I have fought ruffians, border outlaws and Indians; but I was , DOGGED FOB TEAKS by a more dangerous unseen enemy that was ever getting me more completely to his clutches. I was shot by an Indian to a fight on the plains, but that wound healed readily and gave me but little trouble. After I returned to Kansas and commenced preaching I first began to give way. I had a doll feeling, acoompanied with a pain to the right side Dr. Butler, our family physician, said my liver was out of order, caused by the malaria of the bottoms. I had always had an appetite like an ostrich, bat mv digestion became seriously impaired. While on the circuit preaching, I consulted a doctor, who said I had dyspepsia After that, distressing palpitation of the heart followed, and the physician said this was caused by my indigestion and diseased liver which would probably terminate fatally. Sometimes I bad a ravenous appetite, at others none at aIL I was feverish and then chilly. My food seemed to do me no good A specialist told me I had a tape worm! Then I was troubled with unusual quantities of water and a frequent desire to urinate, which was done with difficulty and great pain. The specialist said I had a touch of the gravel, caused by use of the alkaline water of the plains. I then began to suffer severe pains to the loins and the small of the back, acoompanied with sudden attacks of dizziness, during which I had to sit or lie down, to avoid falling. I was forced to abandon TRAVELING AND PBEACHING, because I could no longer fide on horseback or trust myself out alone. I began to be seriously alarmed, and sought the advice of the most noted physician within reach. He said that my frequent horseback riding bad jolted and jarred me until the old Indian wound, which had injured my kidneys, had become inflamed. He treated me with medicines and electricity also, but gave me no permanent benefit My painful symptoms all returned I began to pough, got very thin and my legs were disagreeably numb. I began to despair. At each attempt to cure, my ailments became worse, with new symptoms. I next consulted a celebrated physician from the East, who, after thumping and examining me, stated that I was to an advanced stage of consumption, and threatened with diabetes ana paralysis 1 He thought I might possibly prolong my life for a year or two by seeking a higher and drier climate. This was my condition when the people to your part of the country last saw me ‘Then I started for the Bookies, but liked this country and settled here At first the change helped me, but about three years ago the benefit ceased Then I failed so rapidly that "I could be out of bed only part of each day. All my old Bymptoms returned At this crisis a party of Eastern gentlemen,

ON A BUFFALO HUNT, made my house their headquartera In the party was a Dr. Wakefield, who informed me that I had a bod case of incurable Bright’s Disease, and gave me a preparation which might, he said, ease me for a few weeks or months, but that was the best that could be dona Around the bottle was a newspaper. Now a newspaper was a rarity to pur home, and I sat to my chair looking it over when my eye providentially fell .upon an article relating a most wonderful cure of Bright's disease—the very malady that waa killing use—by the use of Warner’s Safe Kidney and Liver Cure (of Rochester, N. Y.). Convinced that further delay would be fatal, and everything else failing, the next morning I dispatched one of my boys to the nearest railroad si ation, many miles distant, to obtain a bottle of Safe Cure. The druggist said the demand for the Cure was so great he could not keep it in stock, and he had to send to Kansas City for more. It was more than a week before it arrived, and I was daily getting weaker. But it came at last, and lar once began to take it When I told Dr. Wakefield what 1 was taking, he gave me a look, half of scorn, half of pity, os much as to say, ‘poon fellow!

he is putting his trust in a huitobug.’ Nevertheless I persevered and for the past year and a hair I have been as stout and rugged as ever I was in my life. After escaping the attacks of Indians and half a dozen doctors, I was lying at the mercy of a still more dreadlul foe that was about giving me the finishing blow, when that great remedy stepped in. slew my adversary, and placed'me firmly on my feet once more. I have commenced preaching again; for Hook upon the circumstances and manner of my cure as a direct interposition of Providence, and to Providence are my services due. That is my story. I think it is as good as a romance —and much better, for it is true” Such is the substance, and very nearly the language of Elder Kite’s narrative Those who read it, and are suffering, may benefit by his experience, if they will follow his example