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Updated: June 20, 2025


It was managed by means of a whisky-bottle, out of which, after certain invocations and magical ceremonies, a vapour rose mysteriously, and resolved itself into a human figure, wearing a golden crown, with a brilliant star in the middle. According to the picture which accompanies this delicious narrative, the apparition had the wings of a bat and a tail of the bovine class.

Jack and his comrade perpetually renewed their acquaintance with the whisky-bottle, and laughed and chatted and recounted the adventures of their young days with as much hilarity as if the house which now witnessed their mirth never echoed to the cry of death or blood.

Graeme touched my arm 'There's going to be something of a time, so just keep your eyes skinned. 'What are you going to do? I asked. 'Do? Keep myself beautifully out of trouble, he replied. In a few moments the crowd came surging back headed by Nixon, who was waving a whisky-bottle over his head and yelling as one possessed. 'Hello! exclaimed Graeme softly, 'I begin to see. Look there!

"I might be up in this garret and nobody would care for me, or mind whether I was alive or dead." "What! not the general, Mr. Bows?" Warrington asked. "The general likes his whisky-bottle more than any thing in life," the other answered; "we live together from habit and convenience; and he cares for me no more than you do. What is it you want to ask me, Mr. Warrington?

Next to tea may be ranked beer, English or colonial, which I have come to think is a necessity to the English-speaking races. But no colonist drinks much at meals. He prefers to quench his thirst at every opportunity that may occur between. In all country towns, if you go to see a man on business, out comes the whisky-bottle.

"Oh, no, I'm not mistaken General Bacchus has been selected to deal out the esprit de corps!" "L'esprit de corps? Barney, you're certainly tipsy. I'm ashamed of you!" "Yes, the spirit of that corps, as you can tell from the whiffs that come this way, is the whisky-bottle. Bacchus presides over that spirit.

We found him in the dining room, a nearly empty whisky-bottle beside him. "I had to gang awa'," he explained thickly; "he was temptin' me to murder him. I should ha' had to do it if I had stayed. Damn his hell-music." Tcheriapin revisited Dr. Kreener on many occasions afterward, although for a long time he did not bring his violin again.

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