human
Hollo, my friend, exclaimed the angry Aid-de-Camp, who had watched the rapid disappearance of his
gpt
as he quaintly enough termed it, down the capacious gullet of the settler--and snatching at the same moment the nearly emptied canteen from his hands.
human
I take it, that's not handsome. As I'm a true Tennessee man, bred and born, it aint at all hospitable to empty off a pint of raw liquor at a spell, and have not so much as a glass of methiglin to offer in return. What the hell do you suppose we're to do tomorrow for drink, during a curst long ride through the wood, and not a house of call till nightfall along the road.