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As little as an artist could maintain that he was familiar with the works of the great masters when he had not visited Italy, so little could a beer drinker assert that he had seen beer rightly drunk when he had not been in Munich. All over the world beer is regarded as a refreshment, but in Munich it is the elixir of life, the fabled fountain of youth and happiness.
Davidson mentions some curious facts relative to the desert horse; "sherb-errech, wind-bibber, or drinker of the wind," a variety of this animal, which is not to be met with in the Saharan regions of Tunis, or Tripoli. This horse is fed only on camel's milk, and is principally used for hunting ostriches, which are run down by it, and then captured.
"Very erect, and, yes, I noticed he limped a little, as if he had a sore foot." "I see by this report," taking up the papers Mr. Damsel had left, "that you have given a very close and full description of his appearance, but that amounts to little. Disguises are easy, and the mere changing of clothing will effect a great difference." "I am positive, from his features, that he was a hard drinker.
Next best, I liked the bit of Queen Mary's dress, the pocket-book worked by Flora MacDonald, Prince Charlie's "Quaich" the cup with the glass bottom to guard the drinker against surprises the ivory miniatures Sir Walter and his French bride exchanged, and the Rob Roy relics. Perhaps it is odd, but they were the very things Sir S. had remembered most affectionately.
He was a hard drinker and had been aspirated several times, gas heavily laden with odors of the milk of asafetida being discharged with a violent rush. The man finally died of his malady, and at postmortem it was found that his stomach had burst, showing a slit four inches long. The gall bladder contained two quarts of inspissated bile.
During the last fifteen years of his life, M * was party to more confidential jobs and deals than all other contemporaneous financiers, and he handled them with great skill and high art. Big, jolly, generous, a royal eater and drinker, an associate of the rich, the friend of the poor, a many-times millionaire. Another friend off the list but there were many left. Now for the next one.
"One François Villon, scholar, poet, drinker, sworder, drabber, blabber, good at pen, point, and pitcher. In the Court of Miracles they call him the King of the Cockleshells. Judge him for yourself." As Tristan spoke the tavern latch rattled, the tavern door was flung noisily open, and the king's gaze rested on a strange figure framed in the entry.
When he gets out it is his own affair again, but while he's here by-the-way, you'll have to watch the orderly. He'll bribe him." "I don't think so, doctor. He is a gentleman." "Pooh! Of course he is. I dare say he's a gentleman when he's drunk too; but he's a drinker a habitual drinker."
"The drinker of elephant's blood is Death himself but still I do not understand!" "Follow!" said Bagheera. They had not gone half a mile farther when they heard Ko, the Crow, singing the death-song in the top of a tamarisk under whose shade three men were lying. A half-dead fire smoked in the centre of the circle, under an iron plate which held a blackened and burned cake of unleavened bread.
"How will you have it with Scotch or rye?" asked the waitress. "Bourbon," hazarded Drummond. When the "Russian tea" arrived it was in a neat little pot with two others, the first containing real tea and the second hot water. It was served virtuously in tea cups, so opaquely concealed that no one but the clandestine drinker could know what sort of poison was being served. Mrs.
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