TAKING THE WRONG MEDICINE.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1606, 12 July 1887, Page 3

TAKING THE WRONG MEDICINE.

The following amusing yarn (anent a local sportsman) is sent to the Lyttelton Times by its genial Ashborton correspondent. Those who have read it' already can read it again, or skip it, whichever they prefer, and those who haven't can rea<i it now and enjoy a good hearty laugh : tie was a young, good-looking, healthy Mlow. I liked him well ; so did evrybndy who knew him,- girls included, h-»pt)V chap. He was fon<* of a gr.nd hunter, nrcd his hunter waR fond of him. He was never ill inhis life, except perhaps, when said hunter spilt him »t a wire fence ; but his hunter was Bonviinr's out of condition, and wanted a done or so of physic. The physic was procure') from hi-* friend the druggist, and his ailments peen to. But one d«y it was not the '■on er, but himself that wanted medicine and so he went to his friend the druggist. Tinlatter was not in—only the boy. " ThII the boss to make me tin n sweat nig powder." "Yes, sir." The toss was told, but the boy in hi* innocence added, "for his horso." Now, if I h"d given a similar order, and the boy made the same mistake, I should have done as was done by the gentleman I am writing nbhn', for I never took a sweating powder in my life. Neither had he—neither had the chum who was wi'h liira. : W.ben he camp back to the shop, the stuff was. ready. It looked b : g, " Hf-w many doses are there here? " " Only one." «< By Jove, it looks big." " And rub down weH in the morning." " Oh, that of course ; and have a com plete change of clothes, too." Three minutes after that powder had b en included in the poor fellow's anatomical system there was an eruption therein, to which, comparatively Rpeaking, Tarawera was but a soap bubble, and that something was very wrong was self-evident. On information of the illness of his friend being conveyed to the drugget, the poor man—well, you ean imagine his feelings when he heard that the powdoi' had been taken by the huntsman instead of by the hunter, especially when I add that he knew the component, parts of the powder—enough nitre to pickle a pig, and as many grains of tartar emetic as would have kept a professional prisoner going for a month. But the magnitude of the dose, and the patient's grit and pluck in taking it all saved him, and beyond the weakness likely to result from the retching, no bad effects, etc.