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FACING DEATH.

{Detroit tree Press ) Brother Gardner was yesterday^"whitewashing the back end of an old house on Catharine street, when the staging gave way and he had a fall of about fifteen feet. He was senseless when picked up, but a man poured about a gallon of water down his back and brought him to. Mr Gardner thus explained matters to the reporters : ' Waal, I was up dar, an' dar was de house, an' dar was de' scaffold, an dar we all was. I was jess drawin' dat brush aroun' to kill when I felt a goneness. Seemed I was prancin' aroun' on de air, wid no chance to dig in my toes.' 'Why didn't you fall at once, and have the affair off your mind ! ' asked a policeman.

■ Why didn't I fall ? Why, sah, I was fallin' all de time. I went down 'bout fifty feet head tust, an' den I changed and went sideways, and den I struck on one foot and boaf ears. All dis time I was doin' some powerful thinkin', I was.' ' Did you think of oysters fried with crumbs ''.' asked a reporter. * Doan be talkin' dat way, boy. I 'numbered all my bad deeds while I was gwine down, an' J called out dat I would live a better life if dc shock didn't kill me '

In the group was a coloured man whose face brightened at these words, and he softly asked :

* Brudder Gardner, doan' you 'member de two dollars you borrowed o' me ?'

« I do.' 'Den pay it—han' it over. De shock didn't kill you, and now begin on dat better life.'

* Brudder Jones,' solemnly replied Gardner, «de shook didn't kill me dead, but befo' I pays out any money Ize gwiue to wait de result on my nervous tystem. I 'pears to t>e all right, but possumly I may be fatally injured, in some of de corners and not know it for a month. G' lang, Brudder Jones, an' doan' rob de cradle an' de grave!'

The Human Machinery, unlike inanimate mechanism, possesses a self-repairing and self-renewing power. Health may be surely preserved and life lengthened by keeping this vital attribute in constant activity and full vigor. Many preparations have been recommended for this purpose, but none have received such emphatic professional sanction, or are comparable in point of efficacy, to Udouho Womb's Schiedam Aeomatic Schnapps.—[Ad vi.]

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Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 933, 21 June 1877, Page 3

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FACING DEATH. Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 933, 21 June 1877, Page 3

FACING DEATH. Globe, Volume VIII, Issue 933, 21 June 1877, Page 3

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