Arizona republican., 1891-03-01
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 something in his experience.
 "Well I think I have been through something none of the rest of you ever have" at last spokeup Trowbridge. Il haze suffered the effects ofa sunstroke."
 'Tell us something of your feelings or of your dreams while prostrated," I asked him, Trowbridge complied with this request and his recital made such vivid impression upon my mind that l resolved seme day to write it out.
 sIt was in the summer of 1881" he began, "ard if any of you were in the East that summer you will remember what an unusually hot summer it was. With the advent of July the thermome- ter began to mount up into tke nineties every day and by the middle of the month the daily list of sunstrokes was something appalling.
 "I was in railroad wreck orthe 18th, and worked very hard in the hot, broil- ing sun caring for the killed and in- juied. It was nearly 36 hours before had any reat and when returned to St. Louis on the l6th, was pretty we'll worn out. had charge of the advertising and uptown ticket office for tho Steamboat Excursion Con- pany that season, and we were doing a rushing buainess during the hot weather, as everybody wanted to get out for ride on the river. Notwithstanding my worn condition, l went to my office as usual the morning after my return home. I felt quite weak and exhausted, but thought it only trivial matter and pur- sued my work. The next morning was the hottest of the season. The ther- mometer registered 98 degrees at 9 o'clock. Besides that the air was murky and oppressive and one could hardly breathe. l started out to go the rounds of the newspaper offices, ard before l was half through my head began to throb, like there was some power inside pounding on the back of the skull with a hammer, trying to break it's way through. Instead of resting, l hurried the more, wanting to finish my work before sitting down. We'll, made the rounds and returned to my office, when the pounding in my head began more vigorously than ever. arose to go into the back room to the water tank, when everything grew black before me, and fantastic creations were swimming round my head.
 "With sort of instinct grasped the corner of my desk and dropped back into a chair. My office boy, bright lad of 12, saw me, and instantly divining what was the matter, ran for cup of ice water. with which he began bathing my temples. l soon recovered partial con sciousness and murmured the words, 'haek-home.' He understood me and, calling hack and some men from a neighboring office to help put me into it, he soon had me home. A doctor was case, prescribed the cold treatment in- stead of the hot. l lay unconscious for several hours, and then l regained semi-conscilus state, l would call 1t, in which all manner of visions floated be- fore me.
 "Now was fast in the wreck I had been through few days before, and strive all l might l could not get out, while the cries of the wounded were something dreadful. Then was sud denly transported to the old farm where l had spent my boyhood, and was a boy again. ran barefoot and tished in the old mill pond. The manly experiences had passed through were hut an indis- tinct dream of cnildhoods' plannings. Next l was seated by the side of my old tchoolboy sweetheart from whom I parted many years ago, and how dear she seems to me. She clingstto ne as fondly as did she years ago, when one day we were caught in violent thunder storm. Again l hear the below of that storm, thell-~I awake. My head is bandageb in ice. By my bedside sits my old friend, Colonel Maurice, watching OCT me like a mother. As open my eyes he speaks to me and asks If will have anything. I reply no, only something in my head is trying to get out. He puts new bandage of cracked ice over my temples. 1 close my eyes to sleep; then presently feel that am dying. It is not pain to die Rather it is pleasure. seem to sink down, down, and then again float upward, upward, through space that wifi never end. All pain is gone. I feel supremely happy. Life seems to be slowly drawing away, and l think, oh, who could not die like this.' Then my father, who had been dead for seven years, appears beside me, and go on, on with Eim through space, until just as am to sever the last link that binds me to earth, some one says, you are too young to dieV
 "With this I look back towards earth and seem to see all my friends in their different homes. l see my un- finished work. look at myself and at my earthly surroundings and l exclaim, Oh, Let me livel I can accomplish so much yet before mans allotted time to diep My prayer is answered, and soop I find myself returning to my home. I take my place upon my bed again and then l hear-~iisten, its old black nanny singing me to sleep.' She tucks the bed clothes around me closely, croons over her baby boy, and then all is oblivion--I sleep.
 When I awake it is the second day after being stricken down. The pounding in my head has ceased, bat feel terribly weak and ex- hausted. try to get out of bed to look in the glass at myself, but as rise to my feet the room begins to whirl and drop back on the bed. Just then my friend, the Colonel, comes in, and bathes rny head. He then sends out for a milk punch, which I drink rand feel much stronger. I dream no more, but 1t is five days before l can leave my room, and ever since then dare not expose myself to the sums rays on a hot day"
 EDWIS SUMNER.