Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 March 1884 — A HUNTER’S STORY. [ARTICLE]

A HUNTER’S STORY.

Bow He Wu Overcome, and the Wa? bjr Which He Was Finally Saved. [Correspondence Spirit of the Times.! An unusual adventure which recently oocurred to your correspondent while hunting at Brookmerc, in this State, is so timely and contains so much that can be made valuable to all readers, that I venture to reproduce it entire: The day was a most inclement one and the snow quite deep. . Babbit tracks were plentiful, but they principally led in the direction of a large swatnp, in which the rabbits could run without difficulty, but where the hunter constantly broke through the thin ice, s nk* ing into the h&lf-frozep mire to his knees. Notwithstanding these difficulties, the writer had persevered, although a very small bag of game was the result. While tramping about through a particularly malarial portion of the swamp, a middle-aged man suddenly came into view, carrying a muzzle-loading shotgun, and completely loaded down with game of the finest description. Natural curiosity, aside from the involuntary envy that instinctively arose, prompted the writer to enter into conversation with the man, with the following result: “You’ve had fine success; where did you get all that game?” “Bight here in the swamp.” “It's pretty rough hunting in these parts, especially when a man goes up to his waist every other step.” “Yes, it’s not very pleasant, but I am used to it, and don’t mind it.” “How long have you hunted hereabouts?” “Why, bless you, 1 have lived here most of my life and hunted up to ten years ago every year.” “How does it happen you omitted the last ten years?” “Because I was scarcely able to move, much less hunt.” “I don’t understand you?” “Well, you see, about ten years ago, after I had been tramping around all day in this same swamp, I felt quite a pain in my ankle. I didn’t mind it very much, but it kept troubling me for a day or two, and I could see that it kept increasing. The next thing I knew, I felt the same kind of a pain ia my shoulder and it pained me to move my arm. This thing kept going on and increasing, and though I tried to shake off the feeling and make myself think it was only a little temporary trouble, 1 found that it did not go. Shortly after this my joints began to ache at the knees and 1 finally became so bad that I had to remain In the house most of the time.” “And did you trace all this to the fact that you had hunted so much in this swamp?" “No, I didn’t know what to lay it to, but I knew that I was in misery. My joints swelled until it seemed as though all the flesh 1 had left was bunched at the joints; my finger* crooked in every way and some of them became double-jointed. In fact, every joint In my body seemed to vie with the others to seo which could become the largest and cause mo the greatest suffering. In this way several years passed on, during which time I was pretty nearly helpless. I became so nervous and sensitive that 1 would sit bolstered up in tho chair and call to people that entered tho room not to come near me, or even touch my chair. While all this was going on. I ielt an awful burning heat and fever, with occasional chills running all over my body, but especially along ray back and through my shoulders. Then again my blood seemed to be boiling and my brain to be on fire.” “Didn’t you try to prevent all this agony?” “Try? 1 should think I did try. I tried every doctor that came within my reach and all ttye proprietary medicines I could hear of. 1 used washes and liniments enough to last me for all time, but the only relief I received was by injections of morphine.” “Well, you talk in a very strange manner for a man who has tramped around on a day like this, and in a swatnp like this, llow in the world do you dare to do it?” “Because I am completely well and as sound as a dollar. It may seem strange, but it is true that I was entirely cured; the rheumatism .all driven out of my blood; my joints reduced to their natural size and my strength made as great as ever before, by means of that great and simple remedy, garner’s Safe Rheumatic Cure, which 1 believe saved my, life.” “ And so you notv ■ have no fear of rheumatism?” “ Why, no. Even if it should come on, 1 can easily get rid of it by using the same remedy.” The writer turned to leave, as it was growing dark, but before I had reached the city precisely the same symptoms I had just heard described came upon me with great violence. Impressed with the hunter's story, I tried the same remedy, and within twentyfour hours all pain and infiammatlan hod disappeared. If any reader is suffering from any manner of rheumatic or neuralgic troubles, and desires relief, let him, by all means, try this same great remedy. And If any readers doubt the truth of the above incident or its statements, let them write to A. A. Coates, Brookmere, N. Y., who was tho 'man with whom the writer conversed, and convince themselves of its truth or falsity. J. B. C.