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Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 111, 5 October 1901, Page 4

I WH.I, FIGHT YOG. I will fight you; while 1 have Hesh oil my bones I will fight you; when my flesh has gone I will rattle my old banes against you, and when my bones are gone my spirit shall haunt you. (Cheers). Nothing could be stronger to the Maori than such a statement. An ingenious native sly grog seller whom Mr dittos met explained that the bottle in one pocket was whiskey, with tea and binestone added, the latter to cause it to make the throat feel. The bottle in the other pocket was cold tea with a little whiskey, and was for clients -who-ha 1 drank deeply and were not in a condition to bo‘critical. TRICKS OF THE TRADE. This explains a dark mystery nearer home.. A publican was in the witness jbox. It was a case re payment lor certain beer alleged to b i bad. Speaking of certain olh*r liquor, this licensee said it was so bad that he got it at his own ■priceKapi, the ingenious Maori, no longer wonders why he took it—at any price. The assistance given by the petitions and protests forward d to Parliament by the people throughout the colony, said Mr dittos, have been very helpful in preventing the King Country becoming a 'license cursed district, and Ii > b -sough-fe the continued influence of electors to cause the Government to sea that the natives were given all the protection the no license law ought to afford.