The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1885-03-28
PETER GiMLET.

| A Kentuckian's Adventure With a Broad
| Ci,isel-What Came Of = Hot Temper and
an Ingrowing Toe eNail-Backwootls Sur
| gerry and Its Result.
Napoleon Bonaparte Bouton is the high
sounding name of a huge Kentuckian of
the Blue Grass country. Bouton is a car
penter and first-rate one, but his name is
too elaborate for the ways of the primitive
people among whom he lives. They short
ened it formerly to "Nappy" aud some
times to Bony," but OF late, owing to his
occupation he has been, and is, universally
known as "Peter Gimlet," and half the
people round there don't know he has any
other name.
Peter has an awful temper. When he
gets mad he begins to talk gently, for the
purpose of keeping his temper down, but
as he talks, his temper rises, and when he
gets full head of steam on, his voice ia
like half dozen hurricanes ana he is dis
| tinctly heard, SO report says, in the ad-
joining counties.
He has been troubled for several years
with an ingrowing tos nail on the great toe
of the right foot. It's an uncomfortable
ailment and Peters temper, never very
good, was always at its worst when the toe
gave him an extra turn. Early last year,
while he was chopping in the woods. his
toe nail was particularly aggravating.
I" Gosh durn ye, III fix ye," said Peter.
He took of his boot and stocking, put his
foot upon stump, and with broad chisel
and a mallet, at one blow took of the Of
Tending member.
A little branch of the femoral artery sup
plies that portion of the human anatomy,
and Peter came near bleeding to death,
but he used what rough surgery he could,
or rather what rough dressings he could
apply-goodness knows the surgery was
rough enough-and with temper consid-
erably cooled by loss of blood and toe,
late in the afternoon Peter crawled, pale
and exhausted, to his cabin, and his wife
"put out, y as she said, for the doctor.
AS in good many cases, "physicians
were in vain." Between poor doctoring and
the shock to his system, poor Peter began
to sink. What remained of the toe
sloughed of, blood poisoning set in, and
every one of the neighbors expected that
before summer Peter would till six feet or
thereobauts of Kentucky soil.
One day last fall neighbor who had
been out west looking ut new land, riding
along, discovered Peter splitting fence
rails, as tall and muscular as ever. "Why,
Peter" said he, dismounting, ",'Im glad
to see you. Didn't peg out after all. eh?
Look out you don't take another toe or
two off. Why, never expected to see you
again. The doctors said as how you was
blood poisoned, and Was bound to co."
Doctors be blowed said Peter, (only
he didn't say blowed). "They'd never
have cured me. One day my wife was
spellin' out to me some readin about
man who had had slow ulcer and was
cured by Peruna, kind Of medicine made
over in Ohio. and we sent tosthe Green
Bowling Green), and got couple of bot
& les, and sure as you live begin to mend
by the time had finished the first bottle.
and began to eat. 1t took several bottles
to straighten me out, but what paid for
them six bottles wouldn't begin to pay the
freight on what them other fellows sent me
TO take, and We keep it in the house all the
time. A good many of our neighbors
found out it was good for other things,
neuralgy and rheumatism and liver aud
kidney troubles, and there amt family
round here now but what keeps it in the
house and old man Blemmons what used to
come and feel my pulse every day, I'm
blamed if he don't give it himself to some
Of his patients" and Peter slashed into the
fence rails again with gusto, as the neigh
Dor rode on musingy.