The Daily Phoenix

Mad-Stone.—I went to the house of Mr. Evans, four miles from Mt. Pulaski, to see the mad-stone applied to a young man who had been bitten by a mad dog. I always supposed this stone to be fabulous, but now I know better. A young man, aged seventeen, was suffering from a fit of hydrophobia. He was strapped to a chair prepared expressly for the purpose, and the stone applied to his thumb, where he had been bitten. It adhered eleven times before all the poison was exhausted. Each time that it dropped off, it was bathed in warm milk, and the poison settled on the surface in the way of a green scum. The stone is a porous one, in shape resembling the half of an egg. The hydrophobic young man is now as well as anybody. Mr. Evans has made $600 out of his mad-stone this summer.—Letter in St. Louis Times.