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We have a mare seven years old that is troubled with a chronic cough, and at times shows symptoms of heaves, and also has occasionally a white foamy discharge from the nostrils. She is a greedy eater and drinker and her excreta is often very offensive. If she expels flatus when she coughs, this would indicate a predisposition to heaves. Wet all food, as dry or dusty food aggravates the cough.
He had been rather a heavy drinker up to this time, now five years before; when he left off drink for awhile. Then he had begun again, but rarely indulged to excess.
Hospitality, tolerance, good humor, kindliness and the pleasant breaking down of the barriers between man and man, and also between man and woman, all these lured generation after generation into the alcoholic habit. There are relatively normal types of the heavy drinker, the socially minded and the hard manual worker.
He was reckless and dissolute, a heavy drinker and fond of wild orgies that lasted long after daybreak.
Drinker was called upon to furnish food, firewood, and even forage for them; while his servants were compelled to labour from morning till night in the service of the new over lords.
Although no drinker by habit, he fretted and wore himself down at times to a lowness of spirits in which nothing seemed to serve him but drinking, and fierce drinking. On his better days he was everybody's favourite; but when the mood fell on him he grew teasy as a bear with a sore head, and fit to set his right hand quarrelling with his left.
The meat is scorched bitter, and the tea is of the sort described by Charles Dudley Warner, in his humorous description of "camping out": "The sort of tea that takes hold, lifts the hair, and disposes the drinker to hilariousness. There is no deception about it, it tastes of tannin, and spruce, and creosote."
But that isn't the whole of the trouble or the worst of it. It's my confounded nerves. I'm as irritable as the devil and as nervous as a cat, and I can't get a decent night's rest." I recalled the tremulous hand that he had offered me. He did not look like a drinker, but still "Do you smoke much?" I inquired diplomatically. He looked at me slyly and chuckled.
When he came to and opened his eyes, Grace almost shrieked with relief. "I'm all right," said Johnny Rosenfeld. And, when they offered him whiskey: "Away with the fire-water. I am no drinker. I I " A spasm of pain twisted his face. "I guess I'll get up." With his arms he lifted himself to a sitting position, and fell back again. "God!" he said. "I can't move my legs."
Makes you think, don't it? Sort o' worries them empty think tanks o' yours." But Ju's satisfaction received an unexpected shaking. "Some wind," observed the slim, lonely drinker, in the blandest fashion. Ju was round on him in a flash, his walrus moustache bristling. "I'm listening," he said, with a calmness which belied his attitude. The other set his glass down on the counter with a bump.
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