No feller there has any ridicule; he has got no ginger in him, he can neither crack his whip, nor lay it on; he can neither cut the hide nor sting it.

Heavens! if I was there I and I'm sure it's no great boastin' to say I'm better than such fellers, as them small fry of white bait is.

If I was there, give me a good subject like that to-night, give me a good horn of lignum vitae--" "Lignum vitae--what's that ?" "Lord-o-massy on us! you don't know nothin', Squire.

Where have you been all your born days, not to know what lignum vitae is?
why lignum vitae, is hot brandy and water to be sure, pipin' hot, scald an iron pot amost, and spiced with cloves and sugar in it, stiff enough to make a tea-spoon stand up in it, as straight as a dead nigger.

Wine ain't no good, it goes off as quick as the white beads off of champaign does, and then leaves a stupid head-ache behind it.