And he swallowed a third of his firewater at a gulp and went to find her.
They had not yet learned to drink the white man's firewater.
So he brought a little cask of firewater an' left it on the bank of the Big-Muddy.
At the words "firewater," the Indians quivered, and their eyes sparkled with greed.
At the word "firewater," their eyes sparkled with covetousness.