Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-10-23
slss straiae Tale That n Lewiston Drug
gist Tells About Tlckerel Oil.

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gist Tells About TIckerel Oil.
'Hayi' yelled the nan in the Lew
iSton drug store, leaning over the
counter and making a funnel of his
hand.
who! How muchl Sam whoi
Oh, yes. Twenty cents a dram. Well,
il | had a drop .ight on the drum o
this yere ear o mine | could hear We,
mebbe. I'll take the moneys worth.
Master gooG stuff that. Hain't had
none for some time, have yel Guess
you've goL oil there is"
lie called for 'pjck'rir OIL" said
the druggist after the man had gone.
''Curi aus thing about this pickerel oil
1t is nelt to be a sovereign cure :os
defines. \ superstitionf Perhaps.
/ don't know. | never Was deaf.
TaoSe who are deaf and who drop the
magic oil down Uto the depths. where
the tympaHLm seems without echo,
arise to pronounce blessing, on the
pic&errl aud his oil, and they are the
ores b. testify. One thing | IA say,
that 5 iace they have found out that |
Seep IL they come here in numbers
after n.
AN about pickcrel OIL, was the
ROM OF the newspaper, as The journal
scti Cd into the Stuffed chair and
VA ted the discourse.
We'll. in the l.rst place. when !
Bought tins store, | found in behind
5he counter a bottle labeled plckcrul
pU.. | had 4 customer one day, two or
three years after, and lie said, i don't
suppose We got any pick'rl oily SllC
:. Yes, sir, and lie nearly jumped out
Of his boots. You're the first man ]
aver run across that had il, said he.
After | had made that sale had other
custo-nersand after awhile my pickeril
oil was guae. wrote here aud there
and everywhere, but couldn't gel any
and my little trade in il was gone. !
had given up hunting for it. when.
less than a year ago, Il prominent
Lewiston marketman came SIuutcring
into my store IA day, and after chat
ting awhile said To me, DO you ever
baye any call for pickerel oilf II was
uy turn to Jump, and says |, Do Ii
Well there. would just like to buy
some Says he, I've got some, wait
a minute, and lac soon reappeared
with a black bottle containing about
two ounces OF the oil. SAID lac. Il let
your predecessor herein business have
some once, but he never made any ac-
count of il To me and | didn't suppose
it was good for anything | smiled
10 myself, remembering how / had
sold il, and then | told him what had
become Of il. | bought his lot and
this is the bottle Of pickerel oil that the
Lewiston marketman brought in. sec
this red surface oil! That's the stuff
This below it is the deposit or resi-
dunn. l sell oil the top.
How does it come from the iishfH
asked the writer.
'In the pickerCl, near the backbone,
is a small sac like the spleen ia ami.
mails. The marEctmuu cut these out
and let them drip into this bottle be.
hind the stove during the wStcr. lie
tells me that all the big, faI pickerel
he dressed during the winter, scores Of
them, only yielded this amount of oil.
Funny, amt ii! L suppose hundreds
Of people saw that stud dripping there
behind the stove and thought 1t was
TO grease boots with. Pretty eXpcn-
siye grease for boots, thought
How expensivei'
ANY amount you r mind TO ask
for il. Fabulous forts real value"
How much, for instance! Five
dollars an ouncel'
''N-no. Not so much. Say two
dollars. That's all its worth, amt itl
Have a SMELL
A long silence while he uncorke6
the bottle.
"Whew-w-w!' and the pickerel oil
has put in its work.-Lewlston CMe.j
journal.