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Updated: May 12, 2025
The little woman stood still a moment gazing at the steaming bowl, lines growing suddenly around her mouth, then she looked at Aunt Kate quizzically. "Is my cold bad so bad that I need boneset?" she asked in a queer, constrained voice. "It's comforting, is boneset tea, even when there's no cold, 'specially when the whiskey's good, and the boneset and camomile has steeped some days."
"I guess I can stand it if you can," said 'Manda Grier; and this seemed such a witty speech that they all laughed, till, as Statira said, she thought she should die. They laughed the more when 'Manda Grier added dryly, "I presume you won't want your boneset now." She set the vessel she had brought it up in on the stove, and covered it with a saucer. "I do' know as I should if I was in your place.
The stump was there, a bit lower and more worn at the crevices, leaking sawdust like an overloved doll but the low shrub had become a tall sapling, the weeds vervain, boneset, velvet-leaf all had been topped and killed off by dense-foliaged bushes and shrubs, which a year before had not raised a leaf above the meadow level.
But there would be neither patches for the broken, stitches for the cut nor powders for the headaches of debauchery called for then as now; and all the burying there would be an undertaker might do under his thumb nail. They'd go to drugging themselves with boneset tea, and mullein tea, and bitter-root powders and wahoo bark, said Gray.
Nell sat flushed and silent for some minutes, her heart throbbing painfully. "Tell me about it," she finally said to her companion. "How did it happen?" "I can't give you the particulars, since they were not given to me," answered he. "I only know that Dyke met with a fall on the stone pavement, and Dr. Boneset says that his leg is broken.
He gathers bitter-bark, tansy; ginseng, calamus, smartweed, and slippery elm, and from along old fences and barnyards, catnip and boneset, I suppose he lives somewhere, a hole in a log, or the limb of a tree, but no one knows where it is, or how he dries or cures his findings. No one knows his name: perhaps he has forgotten it himself. A name is no great matter anyway.
"Only half a lung left," he stammered, as soon as he could speak, "an' Duc can't fix the boneset, camomile, and whisky, as she could. An' he waters the whisky curse-his-soul!" The last three words were spoken through another spasm of coughing. "An' the blister how he mucks the blister!" Pierre sat back on the table, laughing noiselessly, his white teeth shining.
You got rights here, and it's comfortable, and there's plenty, and the air will cure your lung as it did before. It did all right before, didn't it?" She handed the bowl of boneset tea. "Take it; it'll do you good, Cassy," she added. Cassy said nothing in reply.
Lois sighed. Rachel washed her uncle's face and hands and brought him some breakfast. "Shall I not bring thee some, too?" "Nay, the thought goes against me. I will have some boneset tea steeped. And presently I will get out to the kitchen. Perhaps I shall mend by stirring about."
She compels attention and crowds out everybody else. Oh, yea! as we youngsters used to say when things went wrong when we were little. Perhaps things will come out right some day. I'll just keep on taking that boneset tea!" If "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" a man spurned in love sometimes runs a close second. One day in March Lyman Mertzheimer came home for the week-end.
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