Our flesh was weak, but our souls were strong.
And we'd managed to carry some kegs of
liquor.
At last we halted on yonder height,
Just as the sun in the west was blinking.
FEMININE WHISPERS
Isn't Jedge Hawkins's last a fright?...
I'm suttin that Brother Abe's been drinking!
THE PROPHET.
That night, my lambs, in a wondrous dream,