“O Will,” he said, as he gave the pipe to his cousin, “I am so sick!  Let’s get out of here.  I feel as though I was going to die!” And John started in an attempt to find the opening through which he had entered the cellar, but to his surprise and terror he could not find it.

“O Will,” he said, “this is all your fault!  You know I didn’t want to smoke.  I wish now that I hadn’t listened to you.  Father said tobacco would make me sick, but I didn’t know it would be so bad as this.  Tell me, does it always make people sick? and do they ever die?”

“Yes, it usually makes them pretty sick,” Will answered.  “But they always get over it; and each time they smoke, they get more used to it, or something, and after a while they don’t get sick at all.  Look at me.  It never makes me sick, but it did at first.  Surely you can stand a little sickness when you know that it is going to make a man of you!”

John concluded that under those circumstances he could endure his suffering.  But he did not try to smoke any more that morning.  With Will’s assistance he found the doorway of the cellar and went out where the air was more pure.  Gradually, he began to feel better.  When dinner time came, however, he did not care to eat; but he kept repeating to himself, “It won’t be this way long, and I can afford to suffer if it will make a man of me.”  How sad to think that one so young should be so deceived!

Could someone have taught him then that the sick feeling that had so distressed him was caused by the strong poison contained in the tobacco, it might have encouraged him never to touch it again.  Had his father explained that every pound of tobacco contains three hundred and twenty grains of this poison, one grain of which will kill a large dog in about three minutes; or told him the story of how a man once ran a needle and thread that had been dipped in the poison through the skin of a frog and of how the frog in a few moments began to act like a drunken person, vomited, and hopped about as fast as possible, and then laid down, twitched for a moment in agony, and died; or informed him that many people become insane just through the use of tobacco, John might have yet been influenced to leave the poisonous stuff alone—­but perhaps his father did not know.  Anyway, John was left without this much-needed information.

Boys who are not properly warned of the danger of tobacco-using are to be pitied more than blamed if they indulge; but their ignorance does not lessen the harm and the evils wrought.  When the poison gets into the system, it affects the most vital organs; it undermines that strength and destroys that beauty which ornament true manhood and which assure an individual of success.  Besides, the continued using causes the indulger to form a habit that cannot be easily overcome.

John, being not fully warned of the dreadful consequences of using tobacco, and yet determined to become a man, kept on smoking until he so accustomed his system to the shock that he felt satisfied he was becoming a conqueror and would soon be able to show his father that he was now a man.