The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-11-08

| ed poor Bill, as he clampcd his swollen Jaw
with his hand. and went around waving his
head like plaster-of-paris mandarin.
20! thee's been to the dentist, eli ? Got
the tooth.ache Go thee to my wife; she'll
cure thee in one minute, William; a little
laudannm and cotton will soon ease thy pain. "
| Mrs. Rakestraw applied the laudannm to
! Bill $ molar but as it did no kind of good,
old grandmother proposed poulticc: and
soon poor Bills head and check were done up
in mush, while he groancd and gruntcd and
| started for the store every body gaping at his
sw ollen countenance as though he was rare
curiosity.
"IIalloo, Bill !" says old Firelock, the gun
smith. as Bill was going by Lis shop: got
bag in your calabash, or got the tooth ache 2"
| Bill looked daggers at old Fircock, and by
a nod of his head intlmated the cause of his
distress.
80. that all Come in: I'll stop it in
minute and a half: sit down, I'll fix tive
cured hundreds" says Frelock.
What are you-O-h-h. dear what are
you going to do z" says Bill, cycling the WIRE
and lamp in which Flrelock was heating .te
wire.
Burn out the marrow Of the tooth-'twll
never trouble you agair--I'v We cured hundreds
that way Don't be afcared-you won't feel
it but moment. Sit still, keep cool - says
Firclock.
Cool ?" with hot wire in his tooth But
| Bill being already intensely crucifed and
assured of Firclock's skill, took his head out
the muSh-plaster. opened his jaws. and Fire
lock, adnonishlng him to keep cool crowd.
ed the hot sizzling wire on to the tin foil
jammcd into the hollow by Wanghangcr. and
gave i. a twist clear through the melted tin to
the exposed nerve. Bill jumped, bit off the
wire, burnt his tongue, and knocked Firclock
nearly through the partition Of his shop: and
so frightened Monsieur Savon. the little bar
Der next door, that he rushed out into the
street, crying
Mon Dicu mon Deu IL zundair strike
my shop"
Bill was stone dead --Firelocl crippled
The apothecary over the way came in, picked
up poor Bill, applied some camphor to his
nose, and brought him back to life, and -
the pangs Of toothache!
'KreaSote !" says Squills. the po,hccary.
I'm ease your pain, Mr.. Whiti1etree, in a
second !"
Poor Bill gave up--thc kreasote added a
fresh invoice to his misery burnt his already
lacelated and roasted tongue-and he yelled
right out
Death and glory o-h-h-h-h, murder !
You've piz, ned me ~
Put hot brick to that Young mans
face, said a stranger: " twill take out the
pain and swelling in three MINUTES !"
Bill revived he seemed pleased at the
strangers suggestion; the Brick was applied;
but Bil's check being pow half raw with the
various messes, it made him yell when the
brick touched him
He cleared for home went 10 bed. and the
,xcessive pain, finally, with laudanum. krca,
sote, fire, and hot bricks put him to sleep.
He awokc at midnight, in frightful state
Of misery walked the floor until daylight:
was tempted two or three times to jump out
the window or crawl up the chimney
Until noon next day he suffered. trying in
vain, every ten minutes some known cure,
oils acids, steam poultices, and the ten thou,
sand apple atoms usually tried to cure ra-
| gng tooth.
Desperation made Bill re7engeinl. lie got
a club and went after DR.. Wangbanger, who
had set all the village in rage Of tooth ache.
| Ten or a dozen Of his victims were at his
door, awaiting ferociously their turns to be
rcvenaed'
But the bird had flown the temh-docior
had sloped: yet good Samaritan came to
poor Bill, and whispering in his ear, Bill
started for Monsieur Savon' 5 barber shop, took
Il scat, shut his eyes and said his prayers. The
| little Frcnchman took a keen knife and pair
| of pinccrs, and Bill giving one awful yell, the
tooth was out, and his pains and perils at an
end