Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1880-07-30


saw me, hoping he would not meet with
any annoyance about his share Of the
transaction. As to anxiety about world
ly or other affairs, fear for the future,
memory instantaneously flashing before
me the events of my whole life down to
the minutest particulars as we are told
it sometimes does-I had no such expert
ence, and I admit I cannot now contem-
plate the state was in with anything
like the composure I felt at the time,
though I distinctly thought to myself,
g. This is certainly the last; yet it was
with something of relief at it's being so
well over.
Even that consciousness of existence
went, and there was nothing in place of
it for I know not how long. The whole
affair from the first injection of the NOR
phine to the complete loss of sensibility
seemed to me to last some five or six
hours; but, of course, I cannot be sure
that I am right, as I had nothing to
measure time by except my own sensa-
tons.
The next thing I have any idea of was
the feeling of external warmth applied
to my cold body. This I felt all over
me at once. Then came a terrible strug-
gle within me, but in which I seemed to
have no Wilt was probably the first
attempt of the involuntary organs to
commence their work again. It was
distressing, and if I had brown how to
get away from it I would lave done so.
At last I became aware Of people mov-
ing about me, and of warm sunshine
around me. With terrible effort I
opened my eyes and saw where I was
ont on the veranda, upon which my
room opened, with the morning sun and
fresh breeze pouring their beneficent in
huences upon me.
Poor dear Efie was by my side, not
making the {" horrible fuss 1 had sup
posed she would, but white and silent,
vigorously rubbing me as if her own
life depended on it, while the tall, corn
stalk figure of DR.. s. was lowering over
me, performing some most extraordinary
antics, which I was afterward informed
were the most approved artificial meth
dds Of restoring respiration. I drew a
feeble, gasping sigh.
"Water, doctor, water ~ cried Effe !;
che is alive. Dash it over his head
and neck = ~.
She raised me in her arms as she
spoke, turning my face to the breeze.
think should have choked but for
that cool wind blowing over me. A
dash Of cold water made me draw long,
deep breath, and set heart and lungs
at their regular work again. So /" came
to, "'as people call it, and very disagree
able process it is-mueh more so than
"going of" if I may Judge by my own
experience Of the two.
I was very i'll all that day as weak
as little child, and for days I could
not walk across the room without stag
gering like q drunken man. By degrees
I got quite over it, but I think I shall
carry with me to my grave the horrible
impression Of what I suffered in coming
back to Life.
s It seems that E6ie came to my room
in themorning to see why ibid not come
to breakfast, and found me lying on the
bed cold, and apparently lfeless. I
suppose I must have looked very terri
bly,, and really dead, for I can never get
her to: talk about it. The poor little
woman, when I force the subject upon
her, cries, "Don't. don't! + never
thought to have seen that sight and live
to talk with you about it, and she grows
SO white 7 am forced to give up.
DIR. s. says that when he first saw me
he certainly thought T was dead. I be.
ieve he has never since prescribed the
hypodermic use of morphine. +: