between Moore on the one part and 
George Comstock, William H. Comstock, Judson, and White on the 
other part, the parties agree, at Moore's option, either to sell all rights 
and interest in Dr. Morse's Indian Root Pills to him, or to buy them 
from him, but in the latter event he must covenant that "he will forever 
refrain from the manufacture or sale of any medicine called Dr. Morse's 
Root Pills, Moore's Indian Root Pills, or Morse's Pills, or Moore's Pills, 
or any other name or designation similar to or resembling in any way 
either thereof...." 
In brief, there never was a Dr. Morse--other than Andrew B. Moore. 
And the Comstocks never claimed any origin of the pills in legal 
documents, other than their purchase from White. Subsequently, the 
company fabricated a lengthy history of the discovery of the pills and 
even pictured Dr. Morse with his "healthy, blooming family." This 
story was printed in almanacs and in a wrapper accompanying every 
box of pills. According to this version, "the famous and celebrated Dr. 
Morse," after completing his education in medical science, traveled 
widely in Asia, Africa, Europe, and North America, and spent three 
years among the Indians of our western country, where he discovered 
the secret of the Indian Root Pills. Returning from one of these 
journeys after a long absence, he found his father apparently on his 
death bed. But let us quote the story directly: 
A number of years ago this good man was very sick. He had eight of 
the most celebrated doctors to attend him both night and day. With all 
their skill this good and pious gentleman grew worse, and finally they 
gave him up, saying that it was impossible to cure him and he would
soon die ... In the afternoon he was taken with shortness of breath and 
supposed to be dying. The neighbors were sent for, the room soon filled, 
and many prayers were offered up from the very hearts of these dear 
Christian people, that some relief might be obtained for this good and 
pious man. 
While these prayers were ascending like sweet incense to the throne 
above, and every eye was bathed in tears, a rumbling noise was heard 
in the distance, like a mighty chariot winding its way near, when all at 
once a fine span of horses, before a beautiful coach, stood before the 
door, out of which alighted a noble and elegant-looking man. In a 
moment's time he entered the room, and embraced the hand of his dear 
father and mother. She clasped her arms around his neck and fainted 
away. 
The Doctor, surprised to see his father so nearly gone, immediately 
went to his coach, taking therefrom various plants and roots, which he 
had learned from the Red Men of the forest as being good for all 
diseases, and gave them to his father, and in about two hours afterwards 
he was much relieved.... Two days afterwards he was much better, and 
the third day he could walk about the room ...and now we behold him a 
strong, active man, and in the bloom of health, and at the age of 
ninety-five able to ride in one day thirty-five miles, in order to spend 
his birthday with this celebrated Doctor, his son. 
The foregoing event was supposed to have occurred some years before 
1847, as the elder Mr. Morse's ninety-fifth birthday referred to was 
celebrated on November 20, 1847, when he was still hale and hearty. 
The old gentleman was also said to be enormously wealthy, "with an 
income of about five hundred thousand dollars annually, and the owner 
of a number of fine, elegant ships, which sailed in different directions 
to every part of the world." Dr. Morse, who was the first man to 
establish that all diseases arise from the impurity of the blood, 
subsequently discarded his regular practice of medicine and, as a boon 
to mankind, devoted his entire energy to the manufacture of Dr. 
Morse's Indian Root Pills. 
[Illustration: FIGURE 6.-"A Short History of Dr. Morse's Father." A 
copy was inserted in every box of the pills.] 
This story, which was first disseminated as early as the late 1850s, was 
an entire fabrication. Throughout the patent-medicine era it was the
common practice to ascribe an Indian, or at least some geographically 
remote, origin to all of these nostrums and panaceas. In the words of 
James Harvey Young, in his book on the Social History of Patent 
Medicines:[4] 
From the 1820's onward the Indian strode nobly through the American 
patent-medicine wilderness. Hiawatha helped a hair restorative and 
Pocahontas blessed a bitters. Dr. Fall spent twelve years with the 
Creeks to discover why no Indian had ever perished of consumption. 
Edwin Eastman found a blood syrup among the Comanches. Texas 
Charlie discovered a Kickapoo    
    
		
	
	
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