Press enter after choosing selection

How To Cure Frozen Feet

How To Cure Frozen Feet image
Parent Issue
Day
31
Month
January
Year
1879
Copyright
Public Domain
OCR Text

A correspondent sends the following to the Indianapolis Journal : "About twenty years ago I happened into an Tndianapolis drug store just as a well-known physieian was ordering a fly-blister for the i'eet of a female patiënt which had been badly frozen. Sonie one asked the philosophy of the prescription, to which he replied thafc the cause of the itching and other j greeable pains of frozen feet was the clead cutióle which obstructed healthy action of the pores. The blister removed that, and the itching would ceaso. The philosophy struck me as sound, but the fly-blister was objectionable, both as a matter of convenience and expense. Having two feet that had been itching of winters for twenty years, I resolved to try the experiment of removing the cuticle by a cheaper and more conveniont method. I got some lumps of fresh lime and made a foot-tub f all of strong whitewash mixture, as warm as I could conveniently bear my feet in. At night, just as they began their nocturnal itching, I soused them in the tub of hot whitewash. The relief was instantaneous. At the end of thirty minutes I took them out, all shriveled up, but lree from pain. Then began a brisk rubbing, and there carne off great rolls 'of deafl cutióle; then I "anointed my feet with a little mutton-tallow, put on some cotton soeks to preserve tlxe bed from the tallow, went to bed, and slept well. I repeated the application two or thrce times, and have never suffered from j frozen feet since longer than it would take to get the whitewash ready on each recurrence of frost-bite. As I took out no patent all doctors are are at liberty to use the prescription. It is cheaper than Spanish flies, and a great deal better." Druis a dense fog a Mississippi steamboat took landing. A traveltr, anxious to go ahead, carne to the uuperturbed manager of the wheel and asked vhy they stopped. "Too much fog; citti't see'the river.'' "But yon can see the stars overhead." "Yes," replied the urbane pilot, "but until the biler busts we ain't going thnt way." The passenger went to bed.

Article

Subjects
Old News
Michigan Argus