The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-12-05
cAnnAsas rnpicA.
lI.aweil fsourlerl

The herb known to the druggist as csnnahis inaica, or vnsgaFsv to the French as HatcAis. and the EaglisA a Hasheesh or Indian Hemp is peculiarly the exhtlaro insoxicant of the Hlndustani and Is not slightly kpowu and used for similar stect in our larger cities It's es. secss are pleasing CT otherwise according to the amount of light present during the scstasia. which last on the average about two hours or more. depending on the xe ot the dose, whose proportions we withhold foE prudential reasor& Some two hours after taking the drug. without psemon,sion 8 gtana aud .aaescr;eSsae tAr,ll alter which is the ec,tasy-in the light delightful. heavenly. sublime ia dukness fearful. hellish and weisd be yond practical everyday conception. The effect of the drug is to increase every thing. time, duration, distance, dimen- sion, pleasure, pain, etc, inconce,vably A street seems miles wide, door step ten feet high. An hours walk seems to be years journey, and commonplsce thinss (hand-oEg an music for ins'Anee) arc beautiful and interesting Your friend tells you that you are in S,rasbars cathe- dral- and behold, around you arise tue sublime a,cAes; you sec the gorgeous ceremonial of K ,me about the high altar and all this in reality. The AwAking from these deliria comes with the same thrill winch ushered you into wouderlAn l, and you 6nd yourself back on earth with nothing hADged-unless you may acct dentally cut your ,hroa. or jumped ovos somewhere and broken your neck under some pretty delusion.
 Waat makes this intoxic ation the more seductive is that DO headache or heart. ache follows recovery. Its only bad con- sequences arc strong tendencies to set 'em up again"
 Some years ago it vas our good fortune to meet young German of New York Mr Franx Igd who is a hasheesh.e eater. and as a cnary f,vor permitted u, to take notes of one ot his most startling expe riences. We will give 1t very nearly in his own language, but far lacking the terrific realism of the actual narration
 You know my room is in the second story and along side of the elevated rail road. where tho cars run about all night We'll, wished they didn't come one night and that was the night took the cAnnabis s-hasheesh you call it.
 was abed when the thrill came and as had determined to try \ gloomy terror thts time my room was perfectly darkened.
 "NoW what must happen but sec little red hot devil sitting on my foot board, and pointlng to tho walls of my room Astonishing they have turned to blank SD aces ot riveted boiler iron. am boxed up in a cubical ron dungeon aud my bedstead vanishes, leaving me naked on tho floor. he r them nu,ld. ing a fire under that iron floor whereon s,t, but don't mind ui6ei like that. for the mAssy iron walls seem to move iit tic and my God They are shnnkiuR together. Sto~ly, but with a fearful sureness, they approach. My eide room is now only a doEsn feet broad. The minutes grow to hours as watch in hope. less despair, My room has shrunk ha { The door grows hot, but what matter The walls arc only yard aplrt, and as bound tranticAlly from end to end of the narrow space | can scarcely raise my arms from my aides. Suddenly feel the walls touching both shoulders. tsrn brace myself to withstand and cheek th,s pressure. As we'll withstand the fall sf a mountain2 was crushed. My bones crack Strange. lose not con sciousnessl My mod seems to sec ftom without the fearful end. Blood glshes from every member. Crush crush crush-go my body and skull, am fiAttened like plank. and still recog. niz. myself in the ghas,ly mass. am no !onge. of the generous thickness of a plank. cru,h. am pasteboard- a paper thickness great goty spot on tho walls and stiil am Franz. Why will not death relieve mel
 "Why2
 Why because hero am again whole and sound on my ~oven ~iie mattress, room I6 - street.. New York, U 5 A, tAsleao of IE- here VIC omit our sub ject's Germ .n freedom of description ] s Ill feel no ela'ion, for there sits my own private devil on the foot board, Ieer. ing and black, with the hopeles, pertin- achy of Poe's cheerful raven. Bat sud denly that devil becomes t~o. No, thIse. Then four five -ten-a hun. dred-a thousand myriads, and my soul can feel that each one Is more maisvoient than nis predecessor aed ouI grim companion.
 'Su 1denly [ hear a train coming on the rs,ls outside my window. Anal ,h at will scare those imps home az ain! is my exclama'o'y thought.
 Not bit oft
 They were waiting for the train, and rushing me out Of the closed w,ndow | right through the shatteripg glass dest ite my strugsi les they chain me to he raiis.
 ' The engineer w,ll surely see mel
 No, he won't He is a devii him sell, and leers complacently at the clouds, 1 for all the sorld like horse car driver.
 "Do~n .hunders the uain on me.
 "Agopy!
 See my severed head roll down the street, and the blood from the headless uuok, as succumb to the torures
 'B Bat the demons patientiy patch me logether again and | 6nd me gSif ag ain |