He had not been unfamiliar with whisky, and he had used tobacco moderately since he was sixteen.

But now, strangely, he felt a disgust at the idea of stimulants.

He did not understand clearly what he felt.

There was that vague idea of something wild in his blood, something that made him fear himself.
Euchre wagged his old head sympathetically.

"Reckon you feel a little sick.