New Cure for the Toothache.

Te Aroha News, 15 February 1890, Page 6

New Cure for the Toothache.

There were five men of us and -three women, besides the driver, wl\o was staging, it between two towns in Kansas, says at writer in the New Y'ork ‘Sun.’ We set out at seven o'clock in the morning for an* all-day’s ride, and had Dot made over two* miles when the oldest man in the crowd, who was from the Nutmeg State, and built on Yankee principles, suddenly exclaimed— ‘ By gosh to squash !’ ‘ What’s up ?’ asked one of the lot. ‘ The toothache ! She’s hit me in that ’ere lower double tooth, and I’m in for a, bushel of trouble.’ . ... ‘ Jusb try and nob think of it,’. suggested one of the women. * Keep your thoughts on your family.’ He tried it two or three minutes, and a smile of affection came to his face. , It suddenly died away, however, to .be replaced by a look of ferocity as he yelled out.: ‘ Hang my family, but it don’t . work ! Has anybody gob any camphor?’ Nobody had. We hadn’t even a drop of whisky. One man had some tobacco, bub the Yankee couldn’t go it. The ache,.once* started, grew worse, and as.he began groaning a second woman suggested ‘ I’ve heard say as imagination has all to do with pains. Suppose you imagine yon are sound asleep and dreaming of-angels and such.’

He tried it, and for a minute, or two the ache let up. Then it struck him with a jump, and he seized his jaw.and yelledb‘Jerusha Jackson! but I’ll be gau durned if I han’t going bo die right here !’ Driver, stop the waggon !’ _ lb was stopped, and he wanted to' know how far it was to a town.. He was told! that it was twenty miles, and he fetched a-, groan a rod long and said—- ‘ lb’s gob to be done ! Driver, come doWm here !’ < • ,- ' What do yqu want ?’ * You’ve gob to knock it out! You are' the biggest man in the lot, and I guess you can hit a jaurby fair blow. Give mp. a lifterright here on the jaw.’ * Do you mean it ?’ ‘Sartin, and don’t waste any more time. Spit on yer hand, haul off, and sock me oneright on that tooth. I want it knocked. into a cocked hat.’ , ‘ But you will go with it.’ ‘Can’t help that. Now, imagine thatb I’ve called you a double-barrelled liar, andi whale away.’ , ~ ' . ;: The driver drew back and then landed ora the exact spot, and the Yankee tumbled head over heels in the grass. He was upin a minute, however, and he pub his thumband finger into his mouth . and pulled out two teeth and shouted— ' : ■ “V - ‘ Whoop ! It’s: one! extra, but-that’s all! right! Sheake, old man,, and then drive ora with the band waggon ! We whoop X. Toothachq gone pain, gone happinesscome to s tay !; Here’s a dollar, and if you want to brag around about knocking a feller fourteen feet I won’t say a word V