Into the Fire of the Great Hogsheads

A great store of wine had been discovered in the cellars of a rich jewish merchant who hoped to reap triple profit when all other liquor in the city was gone. The half crazed men rolled the great hogsheads into the square and broached them. Sam gave up the attempt to control them better drunkenness, growled the old war horse. He paid the dew from his own purse in relays. Red sonia had already visited more than one barrel. Her swagger was ilder, her eyes more mocking. Ha, she cried scornfully. It's the turk killer with his nose deep in a keg. As usual, devil bite all toppers