The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-03


 you have been dreaming but his face was ashy pale now. too.
 "'Here are the marks of his fangH.' l said. as I barred my thigh; and there. sure enough, were two tiny punctures and drop of blood oozlng from one.
 There could be no doubt about it now-his light had swept away the last vestige of hope. All that remained to do was 10 make futile effort to stay the deadly poison. Already I could feel peculiar twitchins sensation where the lines run from the nose down past the corners of the mouth; and there was a dull. tusging sort of pain in my heart. q feeling ss though the blood was being forced through 1t at an in- creased pressure. My head was dizzy and my eyes hot and blurred. and it was with the greatest difficulty that l could keep my mind from wandering. could hardly articulate a word and when 1 did manage to speak I would say what did not mean-uslng the wrong word, It was evident that the poison was beginning to paralyze my brain; and already felt an almost un- conquerable desire to lie down and go to sleep.
 By this time Brown and the others were thoroughly awake to the serious ness of the case and had started in to do all In their power to save me. Brown was a sort of amateur surgeon and always carried a small apothecary establishment with him. I saw him whip out lancet and look at me in a questioning way. nodded, and In an instant he had the piece surrounding the bite out and his lips applied to the gaping wound.
 Here. gentlemen, Is the scar," and Bings displayed an ugly looking cica- trice that bore unuistakable testimony to the heroic course of treatment Brown had adopted.
 Young Balston brought me peg, In desperation, that would have made one of those Bengalie Baboos, who punish bottle of bazar brandy at single sft- ting, yell with anguish. He admitted to me afterward that Baloo, the bearer, had told him to give me strong dose of red pepper and whiskey, for 1t had cured a brother of his once. He had tasted it himself, and 1t was simply liquid fire diluted with whiskey, but to me 1t was only as water.
 Giving me dose of permanganate of potassium, Brown placed me in the hands of two Sepoy erderlies. with strict orders to keep me going. swear ing that he would shoot the first man that let me stop-for to rest for an in ct o,,t in daafh
 "'Now, lads, let's kill the devil he said, when he had done all he could to save me; we shall find him coiled up in the bed waiting for another victim
 At these words g sudden fury took possession of me, and said, Let me be in at the death-I will kill him before die myself
 Grabbing the lamp and stout stick I rushed into my room, followed rather cautiously by the others. flashed the light on the bed, holding the stick poised aloft for a quick. strong blow, but there was no object there to vent my fury upon. Then l remembered that had thrown him up over my head when jumped from the bed Telling Brown to throw the pillow over with quick movement, held the lamp in my left hand and stood ready to give his cobraship his quietus with powerful blow.
 Quick as a flash the pillow was jerked to the other end of the bed, and there was rush of a dark brown body, with the devilish eyes gleaming like two baleful sparks The stick dropped from my nerveless grasp and tum- bled to the floor in heap. It was only rat!
 'The precipitation broke, out all over my body, and was as limp as rag. The nerves, strung up to the tension that they had been, suddenly gave way, and I could only sob out hysterically: Let him go-don't kill him, please!
 "I could hear Browns deep-drawn Thank God! and in the general sense of relief the rat was allowed to escape.
 That is how it feels to be bitten by a cobra" concluded Bings, "as near as I can describe it."