We drank the cheap rotgut out of tumblers.

Was I any the less strong, any the less valiant, than the harpooner and the sailor?
They were men.

They proved it by the way they drank.

Drink was the badge of manhood.

So I drank with them, drink by drink, raw and straight, though the damned stuff couldn't compare with a stick of chewing taffy or a delectable "cannon-ball." I shuddered and swallowed my gorge with every drink, though I manfully hid all such symptoms.
Divers times we filled the flask that afternoon.