up to Clifton St. and go to such and such a number.  Knock on the door and a ’oman by the name of Mrs. Hirshpath will come ter the door.  Fore she let you in she go ask who sent you there; when you tell ’er, she’ll let you in.  Now lemme tell you she keeps two quarts of whisky all the time and you have ter drink a little with her; sides that she cusses nearly every word she speaks; but don’t let that scare you; she will sho get your son up if it kin be done.’  Sho nuff that old ’oman did jest lak Mrs. Yancy said she would do.  She had a harsh voice and she spoke right snappy.  When she let me in she said, sit down.  You lak whisky?’ I said, well, I take a little dram sometimes.  ‘Well, here take some of this’, she said.  I poured a little bit and drank it kinda lak I wuz afraid.  She cursed and said ’I ain’t go conjure you.  Drink it.’  She got the cards and told me to cut ’em, so I did.  Looking at the cards, she said:  ’You lak ter wait too long; they got him marching to the cemetery.  The poor thing!  I’ll fix those devils. (A profane word was used instead of devils).  He got a knot on his side, ain’t he?’ Yes, Mam, I said.  That ’oman told me everything that was wrong with Albert and zackly how he acted.  All at once she said; ’If them d——­d things had hatched in him it would a been too late.  If you do zackly lak I tell you I’ll get him up from there.’  I sho will, I told her.  ’Well, there’s a stable sets east of his house.  His house got three rooms and a path go straight to the stable.  I see it there where he hangs his harness.  Yes, I see it all, the devils!  Have you got any money?’ Yes, mam, a little, I said.  ‘All right then,’ she said.  ’Go to the drug store and get 5c worth of blue stone; 5c wheat bran; and go ter a fish market and ask ’em ter give you a little fish brine; then go in the woods and get some poke-root berries.  Now, there’s two kinds of poke-root berries, the red skin and the white skin berry.  Put all this in a pot, mix with it the guts from a green gourd and 9 parts of red pepper.  Make a poultice and put to his side on that knot.  Now, listen, your son will be afraid and think you are trying ter do something ter him but be gentle and persuade him that its fer his good.’  Child, he sho did act funny when I told him I wanted to treat his side.  I had ter tell him I wuz carrying out doctors orders so he could get well.  He reared and fussed and said he didn’t want that mess on him.  I told him the doctor says you do very well till you go ter the horse lot then you go blind and you can’t see.  He looked at me.  ’Sho nuff, Ma, he said, ’that sho is the trufe.  I have ter always call one of the chillun when I go there cause I can’t see how ter get back ter the house.’  Well, that convinced him and he let me fix the medicine for him.  I put him ter bed and made the poultice, then I put it ter his side.  Now this ’oman said no one wuz ter take it off the next morning but me.  I wuz suppose ter fix three, one each night, and after taking each one off ter bury it lak dead