Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1889-09-04
OLD HlckoRY's DEATH.
Andrew Jackson's Battle for Lifo and Pa
.. 1913. tIont Suffering. .

.... ..-..r. C10nG suffering.
Andrew jackson was blessed with q
rugged constitution, or he must have
succumbed many years before to dis
ease that preyed on him for thirty-one
years. He suffered from wound re-
ceived in 1906. which often produced
hemorrhages and chronic diarrhea-
The medical treatment in vogue by
the best physicians of the time pre-
scribed bleeding for the hemorrhage
and calomel for impaired digestion-a
course that is now looked on as homi-
cldaL Yet he stood the ravages of
disease. the loss of blood and corro-
sions OF poison for third of
century. During the last two years of
his life dropsical symptoms developed,
one lung was gone, and the other dis
eased. He chewed tobacco incess-
antly. though it aggravated indiges-
tion and gave him the most agonizine
pain in the head. He sat motionless
and silent for long days. absorbed in
sto1cal endurance of pain, and no suf-
fering ever drew q groan from his
lips. Many children of the family
connection played about the Hermitage
and he would not have their noisy
sport stopped. Once little nephew
ran against him in his play. The sick
man fell back. white as death, breath
less with agony. When he could
speak he drew the boy TO him and said,
with plying tenderness:
20. my dear boy, you don't know
how much pain you have given your
uncle"
He was anxious about what poster
ity would think of him, and his own
doctor told him he would be con-
demned for prescribing people for
their opinions. He answered with his
old-time energy:
Calhoun and the Nuliifiers should
not have been prescribed; 1 would
have had them hung. sir, as high as
Haman. and posterity would have
pronounced it the best act of my life"
He was pestered by office-seekers
and hero-worshipers TO the day of
his death. June 8, 1915. ho called his
family about him and said goodbye
to each one. my dear children he
said. "do not grieve for me. 1 have
suffered much bodily pain. but my
sufferings are as nothing to the
blessed Saviour's." He spoke clearly
for fully half an hour and concluded
with: MY dear children and friends
and servants, hope and trust to meet
you all in Heaven, both back and
white" The last phrase he repeated
with tenderest solicitude = '.both
black and white"
At half-past five his son took his
hand and whispered In his ear: "Fa-
ther, how do you feelp Do you know
meP"
"Yes. I know you I would know
you all If could see. Bring my spec
tacles." When they we're put on:
Where is my daughter and MarianP
God will take care of you for me. I
am my Gods. l belong to Him. 1 60
but a short time before you, and I
want to meet you all, white and black,
in Heaven"
Every one about the bed and the
black servants on the piazza burst into
tears and sobbed. He half raised him
self and spoke again.
''What Is the matter with my dear
childrenp Oh, do not cry. Be good
children, and We will all meet in
Heaven" g..
These were his last words. A half
hour later he breathed his last in the
arms of Major Lewis, who laid the
body down and closed the eyes. The
expression Of pain fell like o mask
from the serene face, and the natural
look of the old warrior returned in
death. Chicago Tribune.