Pike County Democrat, Volume 24, Number 24, Petersburg, Pike County, 27 October 1893 — Page 6

"Tli&WBECKS PILE UP. Vue Moat Horrible of the Year Occurs at Battle Creek, Mich., 'Vwo Trains Loaded with Goins and. / Comlns World’s Fair Visitors Collide on the Chicago and Grand Trunk, ■ As the Result of Disobedience of Orders— Thirty hires host and a Score of the Victims Cremated—Many Others Iujured. Battle Cheek, Mich., Oct. 91.— Twenty-six heaps of charred, blackened flesh, all that remains of what but now were men, women and children in the enjoyment of life, health •nd happiness, rest upon the floor in an improvised morgue in the basement of a furniture store in this city. A mile away in the city hospital are a •core or more of human beintrs with . gashed bodies and broken limbs. Add to this an engineer in jail and a conductor a fugitive from the law, and the story is told, in brief, of the latest of railroad horrors, and one of the most appalling in its character of this or recent years. Direct disobedience of orders on the part of a Chicago & Grand Trunk engineer and conductor, both of whom had seen long service with the company and were regarded as model employes, was the cause of the tragedy. A Raymond and Whitcomb special train of eight palace cars, filled' with •astern folk who had been taking ill the sights of the World’s fair, lejft the Sixtieth-Street depot of the road at Chicago at 8:15, as the first section of the night express, known as No. 6. The train was in charge of Engineer Henry Wooley and Conductor Burt N. Scott, both residents of this place. All went well until the Battle Creek depot was reached. This was at 3:37. From here to the railroad yards, a distance of a mile and a half, there is a double track. When the Whitcomb special came to A full stop in the depot, the night operator handed to Conductor Scott two eopies of an order for the train to proceed to the double track east of the station half a mile distant, and there •wait the passage of the west-bound Pacific express, known as No. 9. This train, which was nearly three hours late, was composed of nine Hay coaches and two baggage cars. Most of the coaches had seen many years service

and were in poor condition to stand a collision. Every car was packed with eastern people the majority of whom, taking advantage of the low rates were. on their way to take in the last week of the exposition. The Pacific express was in charge of Engineer Gil Cranshaw and Conductor John Bird, both of whom had received orders at Lansing to look out for the east-bound train on the double traek, end were accordingly on the alert. After receiving his orders at the Battle Creek station, Engineer Wooley proceeded np the double track, but instead of stopping, as were his instructions, until the west-bound express had passed, he continued on and entered the main single track. He had hardly gone more than an eighth of a mile when the headlight of the Pacific express was seen coming around the • alight curve behind the telegraph office of the railroad yards. It was speeding westward at a rate of fully forty miles an hour. There was no time to apply air brakes or reverse levers. The engineers and firemen of,both trains jumped for their lives, and a second later the giant locomotives came together with * crash that could be heard a half mile «way. With fearful force the engine -of the special plowed nearly half way linto that of the express, driving it backwards into the baggage cars, and the latter in turn into the day coaches behind. The shock was so terrific that the first four of these were completely telescoped, the t first coach cutting through the second, and the second into the third like a flash of lightning, the roof of each passing over the heads of the sleeping passengers, and sweeping them in a mass to the north e.nd of the cars. ^ i To add to the horror the wreck took fire from the stoves or lamps, and as the flames mounted up, the groans and shrieks of the maimed and injured were succeeded by heartrending, Agonizing cries and appeals for. help from the score of victims imprisoned by the heavy timbers or held down by the seats and frame work. The travelers on the special, nearly all of whom had been shaken out of their berths by the shock, poured out of the cars, but before the fury of the flames they were utmost powerless to render any assistance except to the injured in the

lounn car. At the moment of the crash Henry ' Canfield, one of the night clerks in the Grand Trunk office, a short distance away, pulled the fire-alarm box and . also telephoned to the engine house for aid. As ill-fortune would have it, i however, the key to the tower was i mislaid, and several minutes were lost Gefore the alarm hell was sounded to awaken the citizens. The fire department was prompt in responding, but 4he nearest hydrant was nearly 2,000 abet away, and when a line of hose was laid the pressure was not sufficient to throw a stream. Finally a stream was eecnred.from another hydrant, the firemen meanwhile attacking the blazing wreck with axes, hatchets, and lengths .of rails found in the yard; but by the rhune that a supply of water was avails-^ ( "ble the telescoped coaches had been re- • duced to fragments of charred timber, little more than the trucks remaining. The. firemen then commenced the jrrewsome work of recovering what remained of the victims, the police -taking charge of the valuables and . keeping the crowd at a distance. In response to the alarm from the •fire station pretty nearly the entire - town had turned Out. and the leading residents, assisted by their wives, demoted themselves to the relief of those injured in the fourth car. These wore placed in buggies and cars and taken do the Nichols’ house, where a corps of

physicians and nurses were in waiting to minister to their sufferings. The first body was found about T o’clock, and a few minutes later a dozen were discovered in a heap around the stove in the second car. The task continued until twenty bodies or portions of human beings had been brought out of the debris. For w ;nt of a sufficient number of stretchers, boards were nailed together, and a freight car standing on the sidetrack was converted into a temporary morgue. As the search went on portions of satchels and valises; pockets, several gold and silver watches, pocketbooks containing currency and a quantity of silver money, were brought to light and turned over to the officers. When a second search of the debris was made and it was certain that no bodies reumined the freight car was backed down to the city depot, the charred remains transferred to an undertaker’s; a wrecking crew set to work, the debris again sorted and afterwards burnt, and there is nothing in the railroad yards but a heap of ashes to tell the story of one of the most awful holocausts in the history of the railroad. Not until their dying day will some of the citizens who were early on the ground forget the s^ene that they were compeled to witness and helpless to relieve. No pen can describe the last moments of Mrs. Charles Van Dusen. She had succeeded in getting herself out of the window, but her limbs were pinioned by the heavy framework of the seat she had been occupying with her husband. Thus held, roasting and burning from the feet up, she pleaded and begged for the help that those outside Arere'.powerless to give. Despite her terrible agony she retained consciousness to the last, and as the flames crept up and surrounded her she called out her name and that of friends to be notified. “I am a teacher in the Methodist Sunday-school at Sprout Brook, N. Y.,” she cried. '“Say I die like a Christian.” Then the side of the ear gave way and she fell back into the flames. Her husband had meanwhile been rescued from the next car into which he had been driven by the force of the collision. Both limbs were fractured and he had also received internal injuries,. He retained consciousness until his death, but was kept in ignorance of the fate of his wife. In his last breath he asked Rev. George B. Kulp to send his love to his two children that he had left at home and also to give them his watch. We was 47 years old and a deacon in fhe Metho

dist church of his native village. : Many articles found in the debris may lead to the identification of some, at least’ of the long list of unrecognizable dead. These include a handkerchief marked E. Wurtz; a card of A. Allen & Co., 150 Bay street, Toronto; a card of Meriden Fire Insurance Co., Meriden,Conn, .with pencil writing that cannot be deciphered; a lady’s watch with name engraved Ann Richard and case numbered 71; envelopes addressed to Gagon Roberts; a letter addressed to Miss Warren Garland, New York; letter from Sheldon & Henry, of Woonsocket, N. Y.. introducing W. W. Henry to friends in Chicago and in which was a round-trip ticket from Boston to Chicago; bank book iao;241, Manhattan bank. New York, ■in Che name of Harry J. Archbell; bundle of personal articles with card of Henry Opperman, passenger agent, 84 Broadway, New York; letter addressed to Gnion Roberts, 99 Nashua street, New York; bundle with letter addressed to James G. Worthman, 431 East Eightieth street, New York. That Wm. Lewis Wilson, of Evanston, 111., is one of the victims is evident from the contents of a valise that escaped the flames. A large number of engraved cards, together with a number of cards marked Mrs. L. B. Hayes, enclosed in a box, showing that they had- been printed by Geo, Mair, of Evanston. Other articles found included a chain of large gold beads, three watches and a Bible, having on the title page the following: “Emblem for St. Clement's class, Anchor: Hebrews, 6:19. Teacher, J. S. Arch, Easter, 188S.” The name is so near the edge that it could not have been .Archibald, but a short name like Archer. A slip of paper in the Bible, but probably not connected with it, as shown by marks of bnrning upon it, had the following: “111., October 3, 1898.—The following orders from your customers, Potten & Sons.” Then followed a page of short lines, unreadable, and all were signed J. W. Goddard & Son. A Grevsoiue Task. It was a grewsome task upon! whieh General Secretary Ben F. Berry in an of the local Young Men’s Christian association was engaged for severely hours to-night. He had been requested by Coroner Gillette to examine the score and more of charred remains with a view of bringing to light something that might lead to

the laentincation ox eaon. upon a sheet of canvas stretched upon the floor at the far end of the basement in Ranger A Farley’s furniture and undertaking establishment, the blackened bodies and the trunks, some minus legs and some arms and head, were laid in a double row. A Chinese curtain that shut oft the rest of the basement and a couple of oil lamps that sent a funeral glare over i the extemporized morgue seemed to invest the surroundings with additional horrors. As one sheet after another was drawn away and that which was beneath exposed to view,more than one grey-headed veteran who had seen death in, its worst form on the battlefield and elsewhere was forced to turn Sway. There were but two of the twenty-five bodies that were possible Qf identification even by the most intimate friends of the victims. Senator Coke, of Texas, has replied to the Fort Worth chamber of commerce, saying that he will not vote for a repeal of the purchasing olause of the Sherman bill without a provision tor silver coinage.

“UNSAFE LIFEBOATS.” Dr. T aim age Points Out the Leahy Crafts, And Then Refers All to the One Bant That Is Safe, and Has Room for All Who Desire to |be Saved. Dr. Talmage took “Unsafe Lifeboats" as the subject for a recent sermon at the Brooklyn tabernacle, basing it on the following text: Then the soldiers cut off the ropes of the boat, and let her fall of?..—Aits xxvil, Si While your faces are yet somewhat bronzed by attendance on the international boat contest between the Vigilant anil the Valkyrie, I address you. Uood things when there is no betting or dissipation, those outdoor sports. We want more fresh air and breeziness in our temperaments and our religion. A stale and slow and lugubrious religion may have done for other times, yet will not do for these. But my text calls our attention to a boat of a different sort, and instead of the Atlantic, it is the Mediterranean, and instead of not wind enough, as the crews of the Vigilant and Valkyrie the other day complained, there is too much wind and the swoop of a Euroclydon. I am not calling your attention so much to the famous ship on which l*aul was the distinguished passenger, but to the lifeboat of that ship which no one seems to notice. For a fortnight the main vessel had been tossed and driven. For that two weeks, the account says, the passengers had “continued fasting.” I suppose the salt water, dashing over, had spoiled the sea biscuit, and the passengers were seasick anyhow. The sailors said: "It is no use; this ship must go down,” and they proposed among themselves to lower the lifeboat and get into it, and take the chances for reaching shore, although they pretended they were going to get over the sides of the big ship and down into the lifeboat only to do sailors’ duty. That was not sailon-like, for the sailors that II have known were all intrepid fellows, -and would rather go down with the ship than do such a mean thing as those Jack Tars of my text attempted. When on the Mediterranean last June the Victoria sank under the ram

oi tne camperaown me most majestic thing- about that awful scene was that all the sailors stayed at their poets doing their duty. As a class all over the world sailors are valorous, but these sailors of the text were exceptional and pretended to do duty wljile they were really preparing for flight in “the lifeboat. But these “marines" on board—sea soldiers— had in special charge a little missionary who was turning the world upside ' down, d&id when these marines saw the trick the sailors were about to play they lifted the cutlasses from the girdles and chop! chop! went those cutlasses into the ropes that held the lifeboat, and splash! it dropped into the sea. My text describes it: “The soldiers cut off the ropes of the boat, and let her fall off.” As that empty life-boat dropped and was capsized on a sea where for two weeks winds and billows had been in battle, I think that many on board the main vessel felt their last hope of ever leaching home had vanished. In that tempestuous sea a small boat oould not have lived five minutes. My subject is “Unsafe Lifeboats.” We can not exaggerate the importance of the lifeboat. All honor to the memory of Lionel Lukin, the coach builder of Long Acre, London, who invented the first lifeboat, and I do not blame him for ordering put upon his tombstone in Kent the inscription that you may still read there: "This Lionel Lukin was the first who built a libebont, and was the original inventor of that piiuciple of safety, by which many lives and much property have been preserved from shipwreck; and he obtained for it the king's patent in the year 17S6.” Here is a splendid new lifeboat called Theosophy. It has only a little while been launched, although some of the planks are really several thousand years old, and from a worm-eaten ship, but they are ^painted over and look new. They are really Fatalism and Pantheism' of olden time. But we must forget that and call them Theosophy. The Grace Darling of this lifeboat was an oarswoman by the name of Madame Blavatsky, but the oarswoman is now Annie Besant. So many are getting aboard the boat, it is worthy of examination, both because of the safety of those who have entered it and because we ourselves are invited to get in. Its theory is that everything is God. Horse and star and tree and man are parts of God. We have three souls: An animal soul, a human soul, a spiritual soul. The animal soul bee omes, after

awhile, a wandering thing, trying to express itself through mediujhs. It enters beasts, or enters a human being, and when youafind an effeminate man it is because a woman's syml has got into the man, and when you find a musculine woman, it is because a man's soul has taken possession of a woman’s body. If you find a woman has become a platform speaker and likes politics, she is possessed by a dead politician, who forty years ago made the platform quake. The soul keeps wandering on and on, and may have fifty or innumerable different forms, and finally is absorbed in God. It was God at the start and will be God at the last. But who gives the authority for the truth of such a religion? Some beings jlive in a cave in central Asia. They are invisible to the naked eye. but they cross continents and seas in a flash. My Baptist brother, Dr. Haldeman, says that a Theosophist in New York was visited by one of these mysterious beings from central Asia. The gentleman knew it from the fact that the mysterious being left his pocket-handkerchief, embroidered with his name and Asiatic residence. The most wonderful achievements of the Theosophists is that they keep out of the insane

I >8710111. They prore the troth of the ' statement that no religion ever announced was so absurd hot it gained disciples. Societies in the United States and England and other lands have been established for the promulgation Of Theosophy. Instead of needing the revelation of a Bible, you can have these spirits from a cave in central Asia to tell you all you ought to know, and after you leave this life yon may become a prima donna or -a robin, or a gazelle, or a sort of prize-fighter, or a Uerod, or a Jezebel; and so be enabled to have great variety of experience, rotating through the universe, now rising, now falling, now shot out in a straight line, and now describing a parabola, and on and on, and up and uprand down and down, and round and round. Don't you see? Now, that Tlieosophic lifeboat has been launched. It proposes to take you off the. rough sea of doubt into everlasting quietude. Flow do you like that lifeboat? My opinion is you had better imitate the mariners of my text, and cut off the ropes of that boat and

let her fall off. Another lifeboat tempting us to enter is made up of many planks of good works. It is really a beautiful boat— alms-giving, practical sympathies for human suffering, righteous words and righteous deeds. I must admit 1 like the looks of the prow and of the rowlocks and of the paddles and of the stearing gear and of many who are thinking to trust themselves on her benches. But the.trouble about that lifeboat is it leaks. I never knew a man yet good enough to earn Heaven by his virtues or generosities. If there be one person here present on this blessed Sabbath all of whose thoughts have been always right, all of whose actions have Si ways been right, and all of whose words have always been right, let him stand up, or if already standing, let him lift his hand, and I will know that he lies. Paul had it about right when he said: “By the deeds of the law shall no flesh, living be justified.” David had it about right when he said: •‘There is, none that doeth good, no not one.” The Old Book had it about right when it said: “All have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” Let a man get off that little steamer called “The Maid of the Mist,” which sails up to the foot of Niagara falls, and then climb to the top of the falls on the descending floods, for he can do it easier than any man ever will be able to climb to Heaven by his good works. If your thoughts have always been exactly right, and your deeds al- * ways exactly right, you can go up to the gate of Heaven, and you need not even knock for admittance, but open it yourself, and push the angels out of your way, and go up and take one of the front seats. But you would be so unlike anyone else that has gone up from this world that you would be a curiosity; in Heaven, and more fit for a heavenly museum than for a place where the inhabitants could look at you free of charge. No, sir, I admire your good works, apd that lifeboat you are thinking of trusting in is handsomer than any yawl or pinnace or yacht or cutter that ever sped out of a boathouse or hoisted sail for a race. But she leaks. Trust your soul in that, and you will go to the bottom. She leaks. So I imitate the mariners of the -text, and with a cutlass strike the ropes of the boat and let her fall off. Another lifeboat is Christian Inconsistencies. The planks of this boat are bom posed'of the split planks of shipwrecks. Thnt prow is made out of hypocrisy from the life of a man who professed one thing and really was another. One oar of this lifeboat was the falsehood of a church member, and the other was the wickedness of some minister of the Gospel, whose iniquities were not for a long while found. Not one plank from the oak of God's eternal truth in all that lifeboat. All the planks, by universal admission, are decayed and

erumonng, ana iauen apart ana rotten and ready to sink. “Well, well,” you say; “no one will want to get into that lifeboat.” Oh, my friend, you are mistaken. That is the most popular lifeboat ever constructed. That is the most popular lifeboat ever launched Millions of people want to get into it. They jostle each other to get the best seat in the boat. You could not keepgun whales with a club, as on our ship “Greece” in a hurricane, and the steer; age passengers wore determined to come up on deck, where they would have been washed off, and the officers stood at the top of the stairs clubbing them back. Even by such violence as that you could not keep people from jumping into the most popular lifeboat, made of church-member inconsistencies. In times of revival, when sinners flock into the inquiry room, the most of them are kept from deciding aright because they know so many Christians who are bad. The inquiry room becomes a world’s fair for exhibitiori of all the frailties of church members, so that if you believe all is there told you, you would be afraid to enter a church lest you get your pockets picked or get knocked down. This is the way they talk: “I was cheated out of five hundred dollars by a leader of a Bible class.” “A Sunday-school teacher gossiped about me and did her best to'destroy my good name,” “I had a partne r who swamped our business concern by his trickery, and then rolled up his eyes in Friday night prayer meeting, as though he were looking for Elijah’s chariot to make a second trip and take up another passenger.” But what a cracked and waterlogged and gapidg-seamed lifeboat the inconsistencies of others. Put me on a shinlge mid-Atlantic and leave me there, rather than in sueh a yawl of spiritual confidence. Gotr forbid that I should get aboard it, and lest some of you make the mistake of getting into it, I do as the mariners did on that Mediteranean ship when the sailors were about to get into the unsafe lifeboat of the text and lose thenlives in that way. “Then the soldiers cut off the ropes of the boat, and let her fall off.” them back though you stood

But while in my text we stand watching the marines with their cutlasses, preparing- to sever the ropes ofahe lifeboat and let her fall off, notice the poor equipment. Only one lifeboat. Two hundred and seventy-six passengers, as Paul counted them, and only one lifeboat. My text uses the singular and not the plural. “Cut off the ropes of the boat.” I do not suppose it would have held more than thirty people, though loaded to the water’s edge. I think by marine law all our modern vessels have enough lifeboats to hold all the crew and all the passengers in case of emergency, but the marines of my text were standing by the only boat, and that a small boat, and and yet two hundred and seventy-six passengers. But what thrills me through and through is the fact that /though we are wrecked by sin and trouble, and there is only one lifeboat, that boat is large enough to hold all who are willing to get into it. The (’■ospel hymn expresses it: All may come, -whoever will. This Man receives poor sinners still. But T must hatfl in that statement a little. RoomTfor all in that lifeboat, with just one exception. Not you; I do not mean you, but there is one exception, o There have been cases where ships were in trouble and the captain got all the passengers and crew into the lifeboats, but there was not room for the captain. He, through the seatrumpet. shouted: “Shove off now and pull for the beach. Good-by,” and then the captain, with pathetic and sublime self-sacrifice, went down with the ship. So the captain of our Salvation, Christ the Lord, launches the Gospel lifeboat and tells us all to get in, but he perishes. “It behooved Christ to suffer.” was it riot so, ye who witnessed his agonizing expiration? Simon of Cyrene, was it not so? Cavalry troops, whose horses pawed the dust at the crucifixiofi, was it not so? Ye Marys who swooned away with the sun of the midday heavens, was it not so? “By his stripes we are healed.” By his death we live.. By his sinking in the deep sea of suffering we get off in a safe lifeboat. Yes, we must put into this story a little of our own personality. We had a ride in that very lifeboat from

loundered crait to sonu snore, Once on the raging seas I rowed. The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned and rudely blow'd The wind that tossed my foundering barf. But I got into the Gospel lifeboat find I got ashore. No religious speculation, for me. These higher criticism fellows do not bother me a bit. You may ask me fifty questions about the sea and about the land and abont the lifeboat that I can not answer, but one thing I know; I am ashore and I am going to stay ashore,if the Lord by His grace will help me. I faal^under me something so firm that 1 will try it with my right foot, and try it with my left foot, and then X try it with both feet, and it is so . solid that I think it must be what the o Id folks used to call the Bock of Ages. And be my remaining days on earth many or few, • I am going to spend my time recommending the lifeboat which fetched me here, a poor sinner saved by grace, and in swinging the cutlasses to sever the ropes of any unsafe lifeboat and let her fall off. My hearer, without asking any questions, get into the Gospel lifeboat. Boom! and yet there is room! The biggest boat on earth is the Gospel lifeboat- Yon must remember the proportion of things, and that the shipwrecked craft is "the whole earth, and the lifeboat must be in proportion. You talk about your Campanias, and your Lucanias, and your Majesties, and your City of New Yorks, but all of them put together are smaller than an Indian’s canoe on Schroon lake compared with this Gospel lifeboat, that is large enough to take in all na-. tions. Boom for one and room for all. Get in! “How? How?” you ask. Well, I know how you feel, for summer before last, on the sea of Finland, I had the same experience. The ship in which we sailed could not venture nearer than a mile from shore, where stood the Bussian palace of Peterhof, and we had to get into a small J>oat and be rowed ashore. The water was sough, and as we went down the ladder at the side of the ship we held firmly on to the railing, but in order to get into the boat we at last to let go. How did I know that thereat was good and that the oarsmen were sufficient? HoVv did I know that the Finland sea would not swallow us with one opening of its crystal jaws? We had to trust, and wedid trust, and our trust was well rewarded. In the same way get into this Gospel lifeboat. Let go! As long as you hold on to any other hope you are imperiled and you get no advantage from the lifeboat. Let go! Does some one here say: “I guess I will hold on a little to my good works, or to a pious parentage, or to something I can do in the way of achieving my own salvation. “No, no, let go! Trust the Captain, who would not put you into a ricketv or uncertain craft.

Rattlesnake Weed. In Monterey, as well as Santa Clara county, there grows a weed called the rattlesnake weed. It is so named from the story that when rattlesnakes pet to fighting and bite each other this weed, if eaten by. them, will prevent death. It grows about six inches tall, has a red stalk and slender leaves. 0n the top of the stalk comes a head of flowers, and the seeds of these flowers are said to be very annoying to one in passing through a mass of them, as they are furnished with sharp barbs commonly called stickers. The early settlers who had herds of sheep always made their herdsmen keep with them a bottle of strong tea made of rattlesnake weed, and when any of the sheep were bitten they were drenched with this tea, which always saved them.— Pacific Tree and Vine. —Superstition may be defined as a compound of ignorance and fear, whereas fanaticism is a compound of ignorance and pride of presumption. Both are corruptions of true religion, and have done incalculable harm in the world.

HoodV Praises Itself Kidney Troubles - Bright’s Disease Cured “Ido think Hood's Sarsaparilla is ‘worth its reight in gold. ’ For four years I suffered misery with terrible pains in my back and trouble with iny kidneys. The doctors thought I had ;< Bright’s disease. I began to take Hood's Sar- * •aparllla, and I soon found that it was helping me although I had been told nothing would help me and thought I would haTe to die. But I continued to improve till 1 am now in perfect Hood’s5^ Cures health and have aa good a back as any man in town. Today I can do a good day’s work, and truly feel that Hood's Sarsaparilla was a Godsend to mt.” Jons Saxtos, Scottdale. Pa. Hood’s Pills act easily, yet promptly and -• efficiently, on the liver and bowels. 25c.

The Greatest Medical Discovery of the Age. KENNEDY’S MEDICAL DISCOVERY. DONALD KENNEDY, OF RDXBURY, MASS., Has discovered in one of our common pasture weeds a remedy that cures every .kind of Humor, from the worst Scrofula down to a common Pimple. 7 has tried it in over eleven hundred jtases, and never failed except in two cases (both thunder humor). He has now in his possession over two hundred certificates of its value, all within twenty miles of Boston. A benefit is always experienced from the first bottle, and a'perfect cure is warranted when the right quantity is taken. When the lungs are affected it causes shooting pains, like needles passing through them; the same with the Liver or Bowels. This is caused by the ducts being stopped, and always disappears in a week after taking it. , If the stomach is foul or bilious it will cause squeamish feelings at first. No change of diet ever necessary. Eat the best you can get, and enough of it. Dose, one tablespoonful in water at bedtime. Read the Lab&l. Send for Book.

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