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Poor old Billy Hockess told me that the only time I ever heard it before, and _didn't_ we have a glorious time that night! He'd just put all his money into the _Yenesei_--that blew up and took him with it only a year afterward--and he gave us a new kind of punch he'd got the hang of when he went East for the boat's carpets. 'Twas made of two bottles of brandy, one whisky, two rum, one gin, two sherry, and four claret, with guava jelly, and lemon peel that had been soaking in curacoa and honey for a month. It looks kind of weak when you think about it, but there were only six of us in the party, and it went to the spot by the time we got through. Golly, but didn't we make Rome howl that night!