Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-09-11
FABULOUS OIL.
Ia strsssse Tale That . Lewiston Drug
risb Tells About Pickerei OIL.

giss Tells About Pickerei OIL.
"Hayf" yelled the man in the Lew
iston drug store, leaning over the
counter and making a funnel Of his
hand.
''Whol How muchl Sam whoi
Oh, yes. Twenty cents a dram. Well,
If had a drop right OIL the drum o
this yere ear o mine | could hear We.
mebbe. I'll take the moneys worth.
Master good stuff that. Hain't had
none for some time, have YET Guess
you've got all there is"
He called for 'pick'rir OIL" said
the druggist after the nan had gone.
Curious thing about this pickerel oil.
Ii is held TO be a sovereign cure Cor
deafness. A superstitioni Perhaps.
l don't know. | never was deaf.
Those who are deaf and who drop the
magic oil down into the depths. where
the tympanum seems without echo,
arise To pronounce blessings on the
pickerel and his oil, and they are the
ones To testify. One thing | can say,
that since they have found out that |
Seep it they come here in numbers
after it,"
''All about pickerel oil" was the
song of the newspaper, rs The Journal
settled into the stuffed chair and
waited the discourse.
well, in the inst place, when |
bought this store, ] found in behind
the counter a bottle labeled pickerel
oil. | had a customer one day, two or
three years after, and he said, j don't
suppose We got any pick'ril oilf Said
l. Yes, sir, and he nearly jumped out
of his boots. You're the first man |
ever run across that had it, said he.
After | had made that sale | had other
custo7rer and after awhile my pickcril
oil was gone. wrote here and there
and every where, but couldn't get any
and my little trade in it was gone. !
had given up hunting for it, when,
less than a year ago, a prominent
Lewiston marketman came sauntering
into my store u day, and after chat
ting awhile said to me, DO you ever
have any call for pickerol oilf 1t was
my turn TO. jump, and says |, Do II
Well there. l would just like to buy
some Says he, I've got some, wait
a minute, and he soon reappeared
with a black bottle containing about
two ounces Of the oil. Said he, Il let
your predecessor herr in business have
some once, 6ut he never made any ac-
count of it 10 me ard | 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. See
this red surface oili That's the stuff!
This below it is the deposit or resi-
dunn. sell OFT the top.
How does it come from the fish,"
asked the writer.
in the plckerel, near the backbone,
is a small sac like the spleen in ami
mails. The marketman cut these out
and let them drip into this bottle be-
hind the stove during the wiSter. He
tells me that all the big, fat pickerel
he dressed during the winter, scores Of
them, only yielded this amount of oil.
Funny, amt it, | suppose hundreds
of people saw that stuff dripping there
behind the stove and thought 1t was
TO grease boots with. Pretty expen-
sive grease for boots, thought"
How expensvef'
- Amy amount yrou are mind to ask
forii. Fabulous for its real value
''How much, for instancei Five
dollars an ouncaf0
"N-no. Not so much. Say two
dollars. That's all its worth, amt i'll
Have a smelli'
A long silence while he uncorked
the bottle.
"Whew-w-wr' and the pickerel oil
has put in its work.-LewIston Me-
Journal.