"But how?
Do tell us." "'Twas durin' the time iv the candle famine at Forty Mile.

Cold snap on, an' Dave slides into me shack to pass the time o' day, and glues his eyes on me case iv condensed milk.

'How'd ye like a sip iv Moran's good whiskey ?' he sez, eyin' the case iv milk the while.

I confiss me mouth went wet at the naked thought iv it.

'But what's the use iv likin' ?' sez I, with me sack bulgin' with emptiness.' 'Candles worth tin dollars the dozen,' sez he, 'a dollar apiece.