Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 79: what you’re looking at

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THE POWER OF GIN. 81 He took a taste, and smacked his lips. “It ds gin,” he said. “Yer right,’ said the sentry, lifting the bottle to his lips. | “Yer mighty right. Jt 7d gin. Good gin, too.” | The musical gurgle of the liquor was again heard as the men each took a second hearty drink. “T don’t.care for the regulations, Jim,” said the finder. “Neither do I, Tom,” said Jim. “I’m a sucker, I am. You go an’ give some of that stuff to Bill and Jo. TI ain’t goin’ ter hey two good fellers like them spile fer the want of a good, square drink, when we’ve got so much in a bottle.” The sentry shouldered his rifle, and walked back to meet the other sentry. “What are you and Jim talking about, thar ?” inquired that worthy. “Don’t you know it’s agin’ the regulations 2” “J tell yer I don’t care a cuss fer reg’lations; Smell that!” Bill did so, and passed a portion of the liquid down his throat with surprising agility. “ Now let’s you and me take a drink,” said Tom. They did so. “ That's all right. Now you tale that thar’ to Jo, an’ let him an’ you take another drink, don’ yer see ?” 7 a Oh ” said the sentry, PeizZing the bottle, eagerly. oP on. Gim’me that ar’ bottle.” Tom took another drink. “Thar, now take it ter Jo. An’ when Jo an’ you take a horn, gin it ter Jo, an’ tell him ter go roun’ ter Jim an’ take a drink with im.” Bill started off on. his beat, and Tom marched away with a wavering motion, The liquor was beginning to affect him. He gaped hideously at every step. In due time Jo came round with the bottle, and found Jim, like Barkis, “ willin’.”” The liquor was waxing low, It was one of those wonderful squat Dutch bottles, which seem inexhaustible, Jo walked back waveringly, and Jim retained the bottle. Deeming his rifle a superfluity, he laid that down, or rather dropped it, and shouldered the bottle instead; and even this nearly de: stroyed his equilibrium. | “TI say, Tom, d’yer see that do-le ?” “ Course I see ’um,” replied Tom,* ‘“ Ge-um here,” commiclbooks.com