I would like to tell of an animal case that I knew of which was rather interesting and which resulted in a perfect cure according to Hahnemann. The remedy was not of high potency, but was of just the right height, which accorded with the principles just the same.
A man in the little town where I first practised had a cow which had moped around for about a week. It would not eat nor lie down, lost weight and milk, acted quite sick and stood around with a peculiarly sad and appealing expression. The owner was a good man who was very kind to his animals and took great thought for them, even more than for his wife and children. So he had two or three veterinary doctors see the cow. Each one made a different diagnosis, as is always to be expected the same as with human diagnostics. But none of the treatments did any good at all.
Now there was a grizzly old boy, part farmer and part general schemer, living at the edge of the village who had a reputation for having never been beaten in any argument or affair, and he had plenty of them. If I should mention his name you would recognize the long lank shrewd Yankee type, for it fitted him perfectly. So as he lived nearby he was asked to come over and look at the cow, which he did. The problem seemed to be not so easy as the ones he could dispose of with the usual finality of his ever biting and epigrammatic wit, for he had to scratch and cogitate some for the solution and it began to look as though he had met his Bunker Hill at last.
But pulling his cap further down over his eyes he said, “Fetch up a cider bar’1.” The owner said, “A cider barrel? What do you want of a cider barrel?” “Fetch up th’ bar’1,” said Alvin. So it was brought up and Alvin placed its end to the barn with a hay wagon at the other end. Then he said, Run “er in that ‘n make her jump over the’ bar’1.” So the poor cow was frisked and prodded and made to run in and try to jump over the “bar “1.” But in her weakened condition she failed and plumped down on it when out shot an apple from somewhere in the creature’s gullet. Needles to say that after this preliminary “aggravation” cure was rapid, gentle and permanent throughout top its fullest extent.
WATERBURY, CONN.
Born in Torrington, Litchfield, Connecticut, USA on 20 Oct 1871 to Royal Edmund Hayes and Harriet E Merriman. He had at least 4 sons and 1 daughter with Miriam Martha Phillips. He lived in Torrington, Litchfield, Connecticut, United States in 1880. He died on 20 July 1952, in Waterbury, New Haven, Connecticut, United States, at the age of 80, and was buried in Waterbury, New Haven, Connecticut, United States.