One stormy night when the clouds all of a sudden turned black around Boston Stump, a gigantic, terrifying, red, scorching, forbidding, cursed, man so called the Devil, was having a struggle with the holy but bald Saxon, Saint Botolph.
The fight lasted for more than 2 days non-stop. Neither of them were going to give up until they won. There was crashing and banging that you could hear from over a mile away.
When there was no more crashing or banging to be heard three Catholics gently opened the door no devil was to be seen but the only thing that was left was the body of Saint Botolph. They ran as fast as lightning down the road while screaming for help.
Now, nobody knew where or when the devil went but all we now is even though saint bololph is dead his spirit still protects Boston Stump but the octagonal tower still resists, but is called `breath of the devil.`
The fight lasted for more than 2 days non-stop. Neither of them were going to give up until they won. There was crashing and banging that you could hear from over a mile away.
When there was no more crashing or banging to be heard three Catholics gently opened the door no devil was to be seen but the only thing that was left was the body of Saint Botolph. They ran as fast as lightning down the road while screaming for help.
Now, nobody knew where or when the devil went but all we now is even though saint bololph is dead his spirit still protects Boston Stump but the octagonal tower still resists, but is called `breath of the devil.`