WHERE THE WHISKY WENT.

Westport Times, Volume VII, Issue 1054, 14 March 1873, Page 4

WHERE THE WHISKY WENT.

A very good story, says the Ararat Advertiser, is told of a gentleman who resides to the northward on a large sheep station. Jle is represented as being fond of whisky, find with the view of maturing a cask and giving it the flavor of age, he caused it to be buried in his garden. Ten yeaw

passed, when a birthday, combined with the high price of wool, rendered it, in the opinion of the flockmaster, a fitting time for unearthing Jameson's Dundalk malt. A number of friends were invited to take part in the resurrection, and opinions were hazarded and bets made as to the improvement which the' long period of interment would cause in the liquor. Judges and umpires chosen for the duty, the digging commenced, and the cask leached, but it had a hollow'ring that boded something amiss. JB'urther and more furious digging soon unearthed the deceitful barrel. In searching for the cause, the barrel i was used roughly and broken, whenia sealed bottle was found, in which was a folded paper, containing the 'following masterpiece : No warnen he giv, but sent uss off plump; And out of revinge we made a wee pump ; We got all the liker that made us so frisky, If there warnt a job there was plenty of whisky. We danced and sang, and we had such a lark, Every night as soon as the dark— Never before we wor half so frisky, As drinkin' owld 's pine apple whisky. KOBIS. Hi tooral ri ti ri rail ree tee, Hand dident we hiv no end of a spree The grower of wool recalled to mind that a couple of years before, unusual sounds of merriment were to be heard nightly for months, not only at the huts but at the camp fires of swagmen who seemed to have taken a lease of the place where they were staying. They said they were waiting to meet a travelling flock of sheep.