Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-07-17

THE MASKED BEAR.
His Death Moan Rings in My Ear
Prof. smaliey's Thrilling Experience.

''' '"'' WIS FeiharhaDle story TO q
number Of his friends at Young's Hotel,
Boston. Mass, a few nights ago:
Boys" ho said, 4 am kind of a ia.
taiiSt. Nearly twelve years ago visited
Boston with my youngest daughter. Ii
was question whether either of US would
live to get here. My daughter was frail
girl OF nineteen summers, and dying, as
our home physicians claimed, with con-
sumption.
AS for myself, I was disfigurci with
a disease which covered the left side OF
my lace. lie was monstrous, hideous
growth in the shape of large bear In
other words the growth resembled the
image OF a bear, and look which way
would, day or night, the monster would
be glaring in my eyes. Every day the
bear would grow larger and become more
like full fledged animal of the woods
wore mask and was called by many OF
my friends the Masked Bear Upon my
arrival in New York policeman tapped
me on the shoulder and said, Take that
hAC7h CAIs -NOb ilONt L Shltl. gave IL
a quick twist, and off ii came. Instantly
he was face to face with vicious looking
bear with glaring eyes and appraised paw
| will never forget that policeman look
he dropped like a stone, and my mask
fell by his side. In moment he had dis
appeared and | was left to proceed with
my hidden terror.
What did you call that growth on
your fAce! queried Dan Hiatt, the old
hunter of Maine.
1t was cancerous growth but as
sumed the face and appearance of bear :"
:" A good bear story, remarked one of
the guests
Yes, replied the professor, and a
bear story lies back of it.
- In 1889 l was one of party hunting
bear in Utah. My dog started a large
grizzly. My first shot brought him to
his knees, my second laid him stiff on the
ground. l dismounted from my pony to
inspect my dead prize. Without giving
any notice he arose on his hind legs, and
turned upon me, as his bloodshot eyes
glared with the fury of pain, and his death
roar paralyzed me for the moment The
next thing l knew my comrades were
bathing my face and bloodshot eye;
bruin was cold in death by my side and
it was with difficulty they prevented me
from keeping him company. He had
struck my left cheek with his paw and
fallen dead in the act.
"In few months a small growth ap-
peared on my cheek, the result of the in
jury and bad blood. In few weeks it
resembled a bears head My physician
cut it out, but it soon reappeared, more
malignant than ever. In the course of Is
months it had assumed the shape and ap-
pearance of full grown and exposed
bear To me, in the mirror, it was al
ways miniature picture of the glaring
rod-eyod grizzly whose death moan roar |
sometimes hear now.
Il consulted numerous physicians, but
all agreed that could live but few
weeks or months at most, and that moth
ing could be done for me.
so came to this great city of yours
to consult q physician whose miraculous
skill had often heard of in my far oil
western home. On reaching Boston went
directly to his Office, which, as l remem-
Der, was then on Bro0kline street, opposite
\ park.
81 had expected great things from this
doctor, but imagine my surprise when,
without knowing who 1 was, he told me
in detail the origin of my trouble
"'This growth, be said is the result
of an injury from an animal given you
in its death moments while the positive
conditions of his death look thoroughly
mesmerized and dominated your negative
sight He also told me how | had &C
quired blood disease some years before,
which made tpussible for the injury to
develop the growth.
II was too excited and dumb to say
anything but feebly ask: Can you help
me?'
" i think we cln save you, was his
reply, but l am not much of bear hunt
err He had already noticed the perfect
image of the bear
81 With ahypodermic needle he injected
something into the head and what seemed
to be the four feet of the lear. He re-
heated these injections twice a week for
about two months. The last six months
he treated me at my own home, and III
eight months l was sound and well. You
can scarcely see the scars.
-" For Gods sake who was the doc
tori? asked a dozen voices at once.
Dr. IL. \. IOWcr' tHo HIOst WuHuef-
tul, brainy, skillful physician this world
has ever produced. He was born to do
the work of thousand men and will live
until he does it. In my section of the
country his name is household word and
[ understand it is SO everywhere.
DIR. K. C. Flower, why, l might
have known it was him. said Joseph
dempsey, the old coal speculator of
Brooklyn now summering in the Berk-
shire Hills, for there is no one else in
this wide wide world who can accurately
describe sick mans disease without
asking question. But professor what
became of your daughter
"'Oh he cured my girl in few months
She is in excellent health and enjoying a
farmers life on the prairies of Mime
sofa
II have recently become acquainted
with several of Dr.. Il. {. Flower 5 cures, y
continued Joseph dempsey, land to me his
entire system of treatment and diagnosis
Is miraculous. To begin with he never
asks "a sick person to tell him thing
he always describes accurately and in de-
tail the trouble without being told. |
have seen dozens of people examined by
him, and they all testify that he told
them better than they could have told