The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-01-23

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on your hands,
For heavens sake, shut up that
scientific shop! exclaimed. tW've
come out here to enjoy ourselves, not
to talk like a COMPOUNDED British assO-
citation meeting
Poor old Mac said Phil, what
shall we talk about? Will billiards do
or barmaids?' 49,
Drop it, PHIL I said; T don't want
to be bear, but your jargon isn't very
interesting to chap who hardly knows
an ology from an ism. Let's have
something to eat
'We found a shady spot under some
bushes to have our meal in. We were
just lighting up afterward, and I was
holding the match to my pipe when
something flashed out Of the bushes
and knocked the pipe out Of my mouth.
What's that said Phil, starting
It's dagger I said. Just see
what's behind those bushes, you chaps,
while tie my handkerchief round this
hand. I've got a bit a scratch. If it's
The Queen let her 60. Thank goodness,
she missed my face
1T was the Queen They caught
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got away all right. They didn't follow
hurt.
cts nothing serious said, only a
scratch, but I think my nerves must be
bit upset. 1t has made me feel horrib-
~ tired. I'll 60 and lie down in the boat
your smoke. I've got bit Of head
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Wilson, and the sweat is simply
badly hurt
"'Cryingv' shouted Phil. Wilson,
that dagger is poisonedA'
Poisoned? You don't mean
ayes, I do. It's "wourali," copious
secretion Of sweat and tears, headache,
feeling of extreme lassitude- these are
bandage, Mac
Wilson.
"Done for? Not bit of it. Off with
that bandage; I'm going to suck the
woundv
II had just got energy enough left to
protest against his doing this, but he in
sisted, and Was too feeble tn prevent
him.
Nonsense, man. he said; I'm safe
enough. The stuff isn't poison taken
internally, even if do manage to swal-
low some
"He put his lips to the wound and
then I closed my eyes and everything
BECAME blank.
1T must have been hours afterwards
that began slowly to regain. I can't
say consciousness, but an indefinite
sensation Of existence and horrible
WEAKNESS. 1t seemed to me that was
swimming on and on somewhere in a
vague, purposeless way, and I was very
tired. call it swimming, but that isn't
an exact description. I could feel my
arms moving back and fore with q
steady, rhythmical motion, but the rest
Of my body was absolutely still. Twas
almost suffocating for want Of air, but
I didn't seem to have strength to gasp.
How long that sensation lasted can't
say, but it must have been a very long
time. wouldn't voluntarily go through
another hour of such llnutterable and
helpless misery for anything you could
offer me. T tell you it has given me my
theory of what future punishment may
be like
GAS consciousness gradually returned
the feeling Of infinite weakness became
more and more unbearable. My arms
were still swinging backward and for
ward like a couple Of animated pump
handles, and I was quite unable either
to stop them or to move any other part
of my body. Try and imagine the sen
sation; it was simply awful.
when I did finally come to myself so
far as to know what was going on I
did it pretty thoroughly. You know the
theory that when a man loses the use
Of his eyes, his senses Of touch
and hearing becomes unusually acute
From my experience that day can be-
lieVe it. had lost all power Of motion;
and my perceptive faculties became, to
compensate, most uncomfortably keen.
felt as if could almost see through
my closed eyelids.
''Phil told me afterward that the pc
culiarity of 'wourali' poisoning is that
if the dose is not very large only the
nerves of motion are paralyzed, while
those Of sensation become abnormally
sensitive. knew everything that was
going on around me, and could hear
every word they said, but couldn't
even wink to let them know I was
alive.
''They had stuck a knife handle be-
tween my teeth to keep my mouth open
and the WEAKNESS in my arms was
caused by the fact that for nearly a
day and a night Phil and Wilson had
been taking it in turns to practice ar.
tificial respiratio on me.
'Edgerton,' I heard Wilson say. dc
you think it's any good going on longer
He has not breathed now for twenty
hours. I believe he is dead
"'W will go on as long as we car
stand it, said Phil, and blessed him
for it. If we can only keep the arti
fetal respiration going till the poison
is eliminated he will recover. For Gods
sake, keep it up as long as you can
! Wilson,
If you think there is the slightest
chance Of saving him I'll go on; but
! don't think I can last out much longer.
"'He is still warm, Wilson, and
won't give up hope as long as that il
So
'"That was nice, cheerful converse
ton to overhear, wasn't it? Listener:
never hear good Of themselves, it il
said, but doubt whether the most per
sistent eavesdropper ever had thu
pleasure Of hearing man pronounce
| him dead without heinr able to contra