Ladies and gentlemen； circumstances over which I have no control compel
me prematurely to dismiss the house。'〃
CURING A COLD ＇Written about 1864＇
It is a good thing； perhaps； to write for the amusement of the public；
but it is a far higher and nobler thing to write for their instruction；
their profit； their actual and tangible benefit。 The latter is the sole
object of this article。 If it prove the means of restoring to health one
solitary sufferer among my race； of lighting up once more the fire of
hope and joy in his faded eyes； or bringing back to his dead heart again
the quick； generous impulses of other days； I shall be amply rewarded for
my labor； my soul will be permeated with the sacred delight a Christian。
feels when he has done a good； unselfish deed。
Having led a pure and blameless life； I am justified in believing that no
man who knows me will reject the suggestions I am about to make； out of
fear that I am trying to deceive him。 Let the public do itself the honor
to read my experience in doctoring a cold； as herein set forth； and then
follow in my footsteps。
When the White House was burned in Virginia City； I lost my home； my
happiness； my constitution； and my trunk。 The loss of the two first
named articles was a matter of no great consequence； since a home without
a mother； or a sister； or a distant young female relative in it； to
remind you； by putting your soiled linen out of sight and taking your
boots down off the mantelpiece； that there are those who think about you
and care for you； is easily obtained。 And I cared nothing for the loss
of my happiness； because； not being a poet； it could not be possible that
melancholy would abide with me long。 But to lose a good constitution and
a better trunk were serious misfortunes。 On the day of the fire my
constitution succumbed to a severe cold； caused by undue exertion in
getting ready to do something。 I suffered to no purpose； too； because
the plan I was figuring at for the extinguishing of the fire was so
elaborate that I never got it completed until the middle of the following
week。
The first time I began to sneeze； a friend told me to go and bathe my
feet in hot water and go to bed。 I did so。 Shortly afterward； another
friend advised me to get up and take a cold shower…bath。 I did that
also。 Within the hour； another friend assured me that it was policy to
〃feed a cold and starve a fever。〃 I had both。 So I thought it best to
fill myself up for the cold； and then keep dark and let the fever starve
awhile。
In a case of； this kind； I seldom do things by halves； I ate pretty
heartily； I conferred my custom upon a stranger who had just opened his
restaurant that morning； he waited near me in respectful silence until I
had finished feeding my cold； when he inquired if the people about
Virginia City were much afflicted with colds？ I told him I thought they
were。 He then went out and took in his sign。
I started down toward the office； and on the way encountered another
bosom friend； who told me that a quart of salt…water； taken warm； would
come as near curing a cold as anything in the world。 I hardly thought I
had room for it； but I tried it anyhow。 The result was surprising。 I
believed I had thrown up my immortal soul。
Now； as I am giving my experience only for the benefit of those who are
troubled with the distemper I am writing about； I feel that they will see
the propriety of my cautioning them against following such portions of it
as proved inefficient with me； and acting upon this conviction； I warn
them against warm salt…water。 It may be a good enough remedy； but I
think it is too severe。 If I had another cold in the head； and there
were no course left me but to take either an earthquake or a quart of
warm saltwater； I would take my chances on the earthquake。
After the storm which had been raging in my stomach had subsided； and no
more good Samaritans happening along； I went on borrowing handkerchiefs
again and blowing them to atoms； as had been my custom in the early
stages of my cold； until I came across a lady who had just arrived from
over the plains； and who said she had lived in a part of the country
where doctors were scarce； and had from necessity acquired considerable
skill in the treatment of simple 〃family complaints。〃 I knew she must
have had much experience； for she appeared to be a hundred and fifty
years old。
She mixed a decoction composed of molasses； aquafortis； turpentine； and
various other drugs； and instructed me to take a wine…glass full of it
every fifteen minutes。 I never took but one dose； that was enough； it
robbed me of all moral principle； and awoke every unworthy impulse of my
nature。 Under its malign influence my brain conceived miracles of
meanness； but my hands were too feeble to execute them； at that time； had
it not been that my strength had surrendered to a succession of assaults
from infallible remedies for my cold； I am satisfied that I would have
tried to rob the graveyard。 Like most other people； I often feel mean；
and act accordingly； but until I took that medicine I had never reveled
in such supernatural depravity； and felt proud of it。 At the end of two
days I was ready to go to doctoring again。 I took a few more unfailing
remedies； and finally drove my cold from my head to my lungs。
I got to coughing incessantly； and my voice fell below zero； I conversed
in a thundering bass； two octaves below my natural tone； I could only
compass my regular nightly repose by coughing myself down to a state of
utter exhaustion； and then the moment I began to talk in my sleep； my
discordant voice woke me up again。
My case grew more and more serious every day。 A Plain gin was
recommended； I took it。 Then gin and molasses； I took that also。 Then
gin and onions； I added the onions； and took all three。 I detected no
particular result； however； except that I had acquired a breath like a
buzzard's。
I found I had to travel for my health。 I went to Lake Bigler with my
reportorial comrade； Wilson。 It is gratifying to me to reflect that we
traveled in considerable style； we went in the Pioneer coach； and my
friend took all his baggage with him； consisting of two excellent silk
handkerchiefs and a daguerreotype of his grandmother。 We sailed and
hunted and fished and danced all day； and I doctored my cough all night。
By managing in this way； I made out to improve every hour in the twenty…
four。 But my disease continued to grow worse。
A sheet…bath was recommended。 I had never refused a remedy yet； and it
seemed poor policy to commence then； therefore I determined to take a
sheet…bath； notwithstanding I had no idea what sort of arrangement it
was。 It was administered at midnight； and the weather was very frosty。
My breast and back were bared； and a sheet （there appeared to be a
thousand yards of it） soaked in ice…water； was wound around me until I
resembled a swab for a Columbiad。
It is a cruel expedient。 When the chilly rag touches one's warm flesh；
it makes him start with sudden violence； and gasp for breath just as men
do in the death…agony。 It froze the marrow in my bones and stopped the
beating of my heart。 I thought my time had come。
Young Wilson said the circumstance reminded him of an anecdote about a
negro who was being baptized； and who slipped from the parson's grasp；
and came near being drowned。 He floundered around； though； and finally
rose up out of the water considerably strangled and furiously angry； and
started ashore at once； spouting water like a whale； and remarking； with
great asperity； that 〃one o' dese days some gen'l'man's nigger gwyne to
get killed wid jis' such damn foolishness as dis！〃
Never take a sheet…bath…never。 Next to meeting a lady acquaintance who；
for reasons best known to herself； don't see you when she looks at you；
and don't know you when she does see you； it is the most uncomfortable
thing in the world。
But； as I was saying； when the sheet…bath failed to cure my cough；
a lady friend recommended the application of a mustard plaster to my
breast。 I believe that would have cured me effectually； if it had not
been for young Wilson。 When I went to bed； I put my mustard plaster
which was a very gorgeous one； eighteen inches squarewhere I could
reach it when I was ready for it。 But young Wilson got hungry in the
night； and here is food for the imagination。
After sojourning a week at Lake Bigler； I went to Steamboat Springs； and；
besides the steam…baths； I took a lot of the vilest medicines that were
ever concocted。 They would have cured me； but I had to go back to
Virginia City； where； notwithstanding the variety of new remedies I
absorbed every day； I managed to aggravate my disease by carelessness and
undue exposure。
I finally concluded to visit San Francisco； and the； first day I got
there a lady at the hotel told me to drink a quart of whisky every
twenty…four hours； and a friend up…town recommended precisely the same
course。 Each advised me to take a quart； that made half a gallon。 I did
it； and still live。
Now； with the kindest motives in the world； I offer for the consideration
of consumptive patients the variegated course of treatment I have lately
gone through。 Let them try it； if it don't cure； it can't more than kill
them。
A CURIOUS PLEASURE EXCURSION
＇Published at the time of the 〃Comet Scare〃 in the summer of 1874＇
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Herald。＇
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