One Thousand Llamas Laden With Gold.

Manawatu Herald, 1 June 1897, Page 3

One Thousand Llamas Laden With Gold.

Who doesn't like to read about bdried treasure 1 Who hasn't dreamed of finding it ? What delight suddenly to possess vast riches? Shining gold, sparkling gems! Things for which we have not been obliged to scheme or toil ; that will free as from all need of scheming or toiling thereafter! Ah, let ns not indulge such fancies. They make work seem like slavery and Waged like pinches of common dust. Yet that suoh hidden masses of wealth exist there is no doubt. But where are they ? About four centuries ago the Emperor of Peru was a captive in the hands of the Spaniards. His people sent a train of 1000 llamas (a small beast of burden re* sembling a- camel) laden with' gold to ransom him,- While on their way, -crossing the .Apdjeja mountains, tfre men in oharge of the expedition , hoard, of the death of the Emperor, and concealed this enormous treasure so effectually that not a trace of it has ever been found. Go and dig it up, and you will never again feel the sting of poverty. But clap the brakes down hard on the Wheels o! your imagination. What was money to Robinson Crusoe ? What would the wealth of Peru have been to Mrs Jane Stanks. during a certain period of eighteen months that lie tells about? Dust, my dear fellow, countless pinches of common dust. Here is the reason why— one more picture of that fearful furnace in which all earthly desires are melted into one prayer— 11 Oh Gtod, deliver me from pain 1" "In June, 1891, 1 " she saya, " I had an attack of influenza, followed by bronchitis, which left me very low and feeble. I bad no appetite, and the little food I forded myself to take gave me pain and palpitation of the heart. I had a weary, sinking feeling at the pit of the stomach and was obliged to fight for my breath. I had a continuous haoking cough, and spat up quantises of thick phlegm. Later on I had gout all over me, as it were, my hands, face, and legs being" puffed up, and was in agony day and night. I became so weak I could not raise my hand to my mouth, and had to be fed. " For months I lay perfectly helpless and almost lifeless, having to be lifted in and out of bed. Four dootors attended me for nine months without effect. Then they told me they could do nothing for me, one of them giving me a letter of recommendation to Guy's Hospital. At Easter, 1892, my husband took me in a cab to that hospital, and I was placed in the Miriam Ward, and examined by Beveral doctors. 11 At this time a hard substance seemed to have formed in my stomach, which the doctors said was a tumour, and treated me for it. I got weaker and weaker, until one night the nurse told me that the dootors had said I was as bad as I could be, and would not probably live through the night. " The nurse placed a screen around my bed, expecting me to die. " Taking a slight turn for the better, I returned home, Tbut was soon as bad a« ■ever.-' After thir-i got a letter of recommendation from oiur landlord, and attended as an outdoor patient at Victoria Park Hospital. After being under treatment a month, I lost all faith in medicine and gave up taking it. I was now little more than a living misery* I was tired of ' life, and \ of ten prayed that the Almighty would take me. I now had fits of shaking so bad that the bed trembled under me. My head was so full of pain that I thought I was going mad, and several times a day I lost consciousness. In this dreadful condition 1 lingered on until November of last year, 1892, when a book was left at our house telling of a medicine called Siegel's Syrup. I had lost all hope of getting well, but myhutband would have me try ihU medicine. To please i him I did so ; and after taking it a few days, I felt a little relief. My breathing was easier and my appetite revived. Continuing with the medioine all pain gradually left me, and I gained strength daily. In six weeks I was fiple to go about the house and do light work, the Jirsi time I had done anything in eighteen months. I am now m good health, and able to de any kind of work. I owe my life to Siegel'i Syrup, and wish my case to be made known." (Signed) Jane Shanks, 22, Gaywood Road, Hoe Street, Walthamstow, near London, April 20th, 1893." No words of comment can be too strong for a case so remarkable. We stand before it at a loss what to say. It is not a miracle, of course ; although many a reputed miracle has been less wonderful. How is it possible that Seiget's Syrup could, with such apparent ease, have restored to health a person in so desperate a strait ? Yet that it did restore her is certain. The facts have been thoroughly investigated and established beyond dispute. Mrs Stranks was on the crumbling edge of the grave, and I was., thence brought back to the region of I hialth, activity, and enjoyment. How was it done ? There is the simple secret. The influenza left her whole system debilitated, as it usually does.. Indigestion— whioh in the first place invited, influenza— attacked her with increased -power; Asthma, heart disturbance,: nervqgs prjostraifon, the. inflamed and congested stomach, which was mistaken for a tumour, etc., etc.— all results ani symptoms of arrested digestionfollowed. The private and also the hospital treatment failed, because it was directed to the symptoms, not to the cause. Finally, Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup was appealed to. and responded by setting the digestive function in operation, expelling the poison from the blood, and placing Mrs Stranks at the head of her house, a saved vsoman. But it was a marvel all the same.. As to that pile of treasure hidden in the Andes. We should like to have it. Oh, yes. No use saying we shouldn't. But as between riches and health— give us health. For what would gold"! have been to Mrs Stranks the night she lay behind the sroeen— given up to die ? Ask yourself that question.