Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1867-11-16
A Thrilling incident.

Mrs. INGALLS,, A BAPTIST MISSIONARY
in BURMAH, AMONG THE BUDDHIST
PRIESTS We were pleasantly enter
tanned this morning by Mrs. ingalls,, a
missionary from Burmah, who came to
our office, accompanied by Professor
Sears, of Brown University, and while
here related many interesting exper-
fences of her missionary laOors, and
made Fl, queut reference to the valua-
BILE aid afforded her by the "Pain Kill
err" which is, she says, frequently call
ed by the natives the "God- Medicine"
and sometimes wOrshipped by them.
One instance she relates as follows /:
One stormy day 1 was sent for to visit
one of their God-men, or high-priests,
who had been severely wounded, the
messenger saying that he was killed. -
/ told him ii was TO use then for me TO
90, as my medicine could not raise the
dead. But he persisted, saying, fthe
God-Medicine would not surely fail to
do HIM some good" My native preach
ers, who better understood the extrav-
aeance of their language, urged me
strongly to go, feeling that God had
in this way opened door TO the Cos
pel. in answer to eur many prayers. -
But | still hesitated, fearing for the
reputation of my medicine, which had
become a powerful aid in giving me ac-.
cess to the natives. at length / yield
ed. and taking in my hand a bottle of
the "Pain Killer" the charm that had
opened this door, followed my guide
through the monastery into the inner
or most sacred place where lay the
wounded man upon the ground, a
CHASTITY object, covered with blood and
apparently dead.
knew something Of the dangers that
surrounded me, and, Notwithstanding
my trust in Him who said, 81 will new
er leave nor forsake you," l could not
wholly divest myself of fear, Standing
beside the dying man, l said to the
monks or priests who had followed me
In. we're there before me, that my
medicine could not raise the dead, nor
briug back the departed spirit; and,
shou q it fail to restore their friend,
thew ought not to condemn the medi.
cine. Still, would do all in my power
for the wounded maH; but, to begin
with, I must have some bandages. -
They had none, and knew not where to
pet any. pointed 70 the altar cur
tain: but that could not be touched,
except by the high priest. It was the
sacred yellow cloth. / started to leave,
saving it would be useless for me to
remain, as / conld do nothing without
means. But they would not let me go.
The GOD. Man must be saved. and l
might, for this purpose, use the sacred
cloth. I speedily laid ''profane" hands
on it. and shortly converted it into
bandaCes, with which, saturated in
sPain Killer" bound up the wounds
OF the still insensible man.
then asked for a cup, In which to
prepare some ''pain killer" but the
sacred cups of their gods, used only IN
their religious rites, and never touched
by hands profane, were the only ones TO
be had. TO save the God Man / might
use one of them, though no one of those
present dared TO take and give it to me.
/ took one, however, and prepared in
il, and gave to the unconscious sufferer
a strong dose of. tue "Pain Killer"
The man soon began to show signs OF
returning consciousness, and soon re
covered.
From this time her inhuence with the
priests. as we'll us with the lower caste,
was almost u1bounded, and for this she
felt herself greatly indebted to the
''pain killer" She said, that year by
year she learned to place more ano
more reliance upon it, as remedy fol
all diseases of the stomach~-even chol
era, so fatal there-as we'll as for al
the bilious affections so prevalent IL
that climate; and that it seldom failed
TO realize all her expectations, and often
surprised her by the promptness and
efficiency of its acton. = Communicated