[The Attache by Thomas Chandler Haliburton]@TWC D-Link bookThe Attache CHAPTER XII 16/36
Yes,' sais I, 'long ago.
My profession is that of a clockmaker, and I make no pretension to nothin' else.
But come, let's water our hosses here and liquor ourselves.' "And we dismounted, and gave 'em a drop to wet their mouths. "'Now,' sais I, a-takin' out of a pocket-pistol that I generally travelled with, 'I think I'll take a drop of grog;' and arter helpin' myself, I gives the silver cover of the flask a dip in the brook, (for a clean rinse is better than a dirty wipe, any time), and sais I, 'Will you have a little of the "_outpourin' of the spirit ?_" What do you say, Elder ?' "'Thank you,' sais he, 'friend Slick.
I never touch liquor, it's agin our rules.' "And he stooped down and filled it with water, and took a mouthful, and then makin' a face like a frog afore he goes to sing, and swellin' his cheeks out like a Scotch bagpiper, he spit it all out.
Sais he, 'That is so warm, it makes me sick; and as I ain't otherwise well, from the celestial exhaustion of a protracted meetin', I believe I will take a little drop, as medicine.' "Confound him! if he'd a said he'd only leave a little drop, it would a been more like the thing; for he e'en a'most emptied the whole into the cup, and drank it off clean, without winkin'. "'It's a "_very refreshin' time_,"' sais I, 'ain't' it ?' But he didn't make no answer.
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