The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-04-26
Grew old with His whisky.

Three well-known Covington men start
ed on little hunt last week, says the
Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. They
were going down TO the blue grass region,
and, as they had an ill-founded supposl
ton that there was no good whisky in
Gods country, they provided themselves
with few quarts. They were face 10 face
in The car, the other seat being occuSle5
by man with an intelligent face that had
seen better days His nose was red an
indication of loqua eIousness, which was
soon in evidence. When the '1ikker'' wa
passed he didn't refuse it.
That's D.ntedly good stuff, gentlemen.
but l seldom drink
Seldom drink" said the others in sur.
prise.
Yes. I'm kinder spoilt fer likker. 1
CANT gir the kind I've alters been used
to, an fer that reason 1 seldom drink
But this her is good, an I don't mind
jtnin' you"
What kind have you been drinking. sir,
that you are spoiled for any other brandt
'Well, mine had no name. Yer see, my
pap was tolerably well-to-do farmer be
fob the war. Ope NV his neighbors was
a-runnin' little still an maxim the Ak-
ker, but he. got hard up an couldn't pay
his debts. SO pap had to lake about ten
or twelve barls of likker, just ter cit his
money. There want no gol-dinged taxes
then, an bar'l of whisky want wurth
morn SEN or eight dollars.
We'll, pap he put the stuff in thescellar
an lowed he'd jist keep ii in case NV sick
ness in the family. He was sick more n
the rest NV us, but sis she couldn't bear
the stuff and Bud he went an fit in the
war. Pap and me stayed home We KEEP a
drinkin' that likker an 1t KEEP a gittin'
better n better. Pap he died after awhile
an there wus only me an nav left an
sis got married, an Bud was killed in
the war. Then, when the old woman
died, the whisky cum natchully to me, an
SIS didn' want emmy NV the stuff. You
know there was a powerful big tax on
whisky an 1t would've TUX all the farm
to pay the taxes, an 1 jist concluded ter
let the stuff stay an git ripe. Course, I'd
drink when 1 wanted it, an I'd take a
gallon er two along when I'd go ter the
country fair. Then sometimes I'd give a
neighbor bit, but most NV 'em didn't
know whur l got the stuff an l wouldn't
tell EN-, fur fear the revenue officers
mout git me. 1t jist went on that away,
an l thought maybe the stock would last
me till 1 died ennyway. But it didn, fur
fac. guess KEEP a-drinkin a Ieetle
too steddy.
Every now an tren bar'Pd 60 an I
wouldn' even sell the bar'l, but 1 ker' it
for frewood. 1t does make a pow'ful fire
fire. One Nv them slaves would make a
fine FIRE and cook whole dinner 6ut
it mace me kinder blue ter see the lixker
goin all the time, though reckon hadn' t
| orter Complain, ennyway.
Il had ter tap the last bar'l a year or
two ago, an now it's all gone, every biz.
Thur haint a drop in the cellar After
1t wus all over l bought me a gallon down
ter Lexington, good stuff. they said, but
1 could'n fur the life Wv me git used 10
| it, am that gallons lasted me a long
while. The ole woman says that she reck-
oued L1oIIdens wanted ter sober me. up
fore I die, and that's the way he TUX
ter do it. I kinder guess she's right in
| the matter for I've not been happy a
single days since the old stock run out.
Yes III take a little more. Maybe your
likker wus made befoh the war;