Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1894-03-30
A LANSlNGBURG MIRACLE.
a RAILWAY MIN TALKS.
Literally Half Dead, His Case Pronounced
Hopeless by Prominent Physicians
q Story of Surprising Inter-
est Verified Undera
Oath.

From Troy, N. Y, Times: I am the
most conservative reporter OF the staff.
I despise the ~chimerical, I court the
real. I burrow in facts. I am from
Lansingburg. We don't get a good
thing from there, but here is one. F.
c. Kimball, last night gave me the fol-
lowing:
II am a plain straightforward man.
Originally from Lansingburg, where now
reside my mother, brother and sister.
Several years ago I moved to Roches-
ter. There I was in the employ of the
Erie railroad as yard and freight super
intendent. After a strain to my back,
caused by heavy lifting, three years ago
I devoelped so-called rheumatism. It
was an increasing thing for two years
at times worse, again better. 1 worked
internationally. II would shut my
eyes [ would fall down. My feet and
legs soc lost feeling-Were numb. This
extended to my stomach and at times
to my hands. Doctors Lee and Spencer
of Rochester finally pronounced my case
progressive locomotor ataxia, said it
was incurable, and that they could
only ease my sufferings, and SO I lay.
Up to this time I had been sick nearly
two years. Before this and for several
months I was confined to my bed. Pins
stuck into my limbs the full length
gave me no feeling whatever; my legs
seemed wooden. To pound them gave
off a noise like wood. So I say, as I lay
there I was absolutely one-half dead
dead from the waist down. There was
one word written in large characters all
over that sick room-CLAY. Life de-
parted from my limbs, that word best
expressed what was left. You, of course
have read of John Marshall. The re-
porter in describing him, described me
exactly. I sent for the remedy which
cured him-for DR.. Williams Pink Pills
to Schenectady, N. Y, and tried them.
i took them irregularly for two months.
They didn't seem to help. All of a sud
den n morning n Of my legs began
to prickle-seemed as though rubbed
with nettles. Then, perhaps, you think
I did not investigate that medicine. I
began to mendf fast; got some circulation,
got control of my bowels and after a
few weeks got out of bed and tried to
stand. At last I fetched it. Could
~walk-noW can run. And Pink Pills
cured me-. The doctors said I couldn't
be cured but / am. What / am now
telling you is merely a reiteration of
what Ilong ago wrote to the DR.. Will
Hams Medicine Company at Schenec-
tady, and my affidavit to the same is
now in their hands. Here also is a let
ter which my mother wrote to them
and to which she has made affidavit, as
you see."
1856 Second Ave, Lansingburg, N. Y.
DEAR SIR: Ny son Fred has just writ
ten you a letter concerning himself to
which I desire to add a few words in.
confederation Of all he said. He has
told you of his agony and his cure.
The remembrance of the whole thing
makes me shudder as I think of it. It
is all too wonderful for me. / was re-
signed to his fate. Now as I look at
him walking about and feeling we'll,
with his old health and ambition re-
turned, it does seem that he has been
born again and rescued from death for
a fact. Could L, therefore say to much
to you Of thanks in the fullness Of my
gratitude? Can / we'll cease blessing
you? Yet the intensity Of my feelings
make my words Of Thanksgiving to you
seem but empty indeed; for the lost is