The distiller's liquor and the gauger's flute would combine to speed the moments of digestion; and when both were somewhat mellow, they would wind up the evening with 'Over the hills and far away' to an accompaniment of knowing glances.

And at least, there is a smuggling story, with original and half-idyllic features.
A little further, the road to the right passes an upright stone in a field.

The country people call it General Kay's monument.

According to them, an officer of that name had perished there in battle at some indistinct period before the beginning of history.

The date is reassuring; for I think cautious writers are silent on the General's exploits.