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I spy the tale was told by my mother than her brother had that treatment and the bottle wouldnt come off until the carbuncle had burst apparently the pain was that bad he was running all over Platt Lane screaming with pain and even got to St Patricks church screaming all the time and then it burst and he collapsed
My father when ever any one had a bad cold or the Flu he would boil all sorts of herbs he got from the Heralist in Mesnes st it tasted Foul.but it did cure you, wether it was the threat of more to come if you were not better