“There’s nought like lying wi’ sheep two-three days for a chesty cough,” pronounced Mr Wilderness. “The breath of sheep has a powerful virtue in it. That and a brew of my cherry-bark syrup with maybe a spoonful of honey in it, and a plateful or two of good porridge, will set her to rights better than the grandest doctor in the kingdom. […]
I can find no other mention of the curative powers of the breath of sheep. Curious to know if Aiken’s formulation has a predecessor.
And so for day 2942