Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-02-12
as he understood If.

supposed nInsteenth century objects.
1t showed that the good doctor had
evidently got his ideas from preserved
writings Of Cervantes and Verne. and
ancient ballet posters. A sort of
photograph was kept near me, into
which was fed manuscript. and from it
plainly came the sounds of the words
that it was fed on. | was happy to
recognize Shakespeare. The great
dramatist has lived over three thou
sand years.
Besides this. three times each day
the phOnograDh called off a MENU But
1t was all French. And some sermons
found in Il church cornerstone were
run through the machine. They were
perfect. | always walked refreshed
l was in all things treated as though
living in my old surroundings was
measured for clothing. dentists ope-
rated on my teeth. creditors called
was asked for subscriptions, inter
viewed by reporters. and Il barber
went through the operation Of shaving
me and trying to sell me hair-restora-
tives.
Ali Of this tended to soften me, and
soon was Il man again.
was anxious to know what sort Of
world | was in, but the doctor asked
me 50 many questions about the an
cient civilization that | had no oppor-
tunity TO learn Of present affairs for
some days.
A phonotype was put in operation
before me, and as fast as | talked into
it it turned out twenty printed copies
Of what | said. | gave it all that
knew Of history up to the time of my
death. The doctor was greatly enter
tanned. and be was apparently amused
when | reached the American tariff.
Finally | could tell no more, and
then began asking questions.
am in d strange world. So strange
that I hardly know how to tell of it.
Selfshness is eliminated from human
nature so far as to make the affairs of
men almost self-regulating and to re-
duce all government to minimum.
There is no labor question, for all
work. though but four hours a day,
and each person knows what he is
best qualified to do, and he does it.
Then there is no financial question,
because there is no money and no
trading, and no need of either. 1t has
taken me a long time to understand
this. Yet how simple it is under the
present state of morals. for every one
delights in doing that which he can do
the best, and all others are welcome to
the fruit of his labor! Howperfect!
[ soon fell into the ways of the pres
ent generation My environment has
completely changed me. | live at a
hotel without paying, and without hav-
ing to tip "A waiter before can get
anything to eat. What wonderful
changes there have been! | have so
thoroughly imbibed the public senti-
ment that [ desire to do my part
toward the social perfection. asked
myself, WHAT am | best fitted tor?' |
answered. "A freak"
There is nothing distaSteful m it
now. | am willing, | am anxious. to
be on exhibition now. and in a museum
where all are admitted free. AS | am
a great curiosity, that is what | should
do as matter of course.
For a number of years | occupied
nv pedestal in the museum for four
hours each day. There is much that
| would like to write. but | began too
late-too late. because my condition
of Justification is returning in spite of
all the doctors can do. | have left my
pedestal and am now in bed. and
gradually but surely returning to
stone. When the change is completed
| will be taken to my place in the
museum, to remain there forever.
wish it to be so.
My writing is very labored, for
retain only the use of my right hand,
and that Very imperfectly. Soon the
expising spark of consciousness will
sink into darkness, yet [ have no re-
grets for regrets are impossible now.
[ will write no more to-day. To-mor-
row
Tomorrow never came to him, for
before that tomorrow he was dead.
The account that he has written OF
his Justification is true. A month ago
we thought him dead, and he would
have then been put in his grave had
he not moved his hand. He appeared
to want TO write. and we placed paper
for him, and put a pencil in his stiff
ened fingers. The foregoing is the
result of his writing, and we leave ii
as it was written. He wrote for about
| an hour. and when the last word, to
morrow" was written his hand fell.
A month passed without Sigus of
life from him, and he was placed il
his grave May he rest there undis
turbed by the strange resurrection OF
his nation!-HHrry c. Fulton ia
Hdrper'S Weekly.