alky-hawl

Updated: May 23, 2025

Wherewith he inhaled more coffee, flipped his cigarette butt at a small lizard on the floor not far away, yawned once more, and swaggered out to the piazza, bawling: "And when I die Don't bury me a-tall, But pickle me bones In alky-hawl "

Arthur O. (Arthur Olney) Friel - The Pathless Trail