"We done got two full bottles left, at your sarvice." "Much obleeged," returned the lieutenant, as he took the bottle the reveller passed to him.

"Here's success to us all in a heap, and success to our side in the battle that's go'n' on." "I'm with you up to the armpits," added Graines, as another of the four handed him a bottle.
One sniff at the neck of the bottle was enough to satisfy Christy, who was a practical temperance man of the very strictest kind, and he had never drank a glass of anything intoxicating in all his life.

The bottle contained "apple-jack," or apple-brandy, the vilest fluid that ever passed a tippler's gullet.

He felt obliged to keep up his character, taken for the occasion, and he retained the mouth of the bottle at his lips long enough to answer the requirement of the moment; but he did not open them, or permit a drop of the nauseous and fiery liquor to pollute his tongue.

It was necessary for him to consider that he was struggling for the salvation of his beloved country to enable him even to go through the form of "taking a drink." Graines was less scrupulous on the question of temperance, and he took a swallow of the apple-jack; but that was enough for him, for he had never tasted anything outside of the medicine-chest which was half as noxious.
If he had been compelled to keep up the drinking, he would have realized that his punishment was more than he could bear.