Showing posts with label skunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skunk. Show all posts
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Crimson with booze
Even in the South they respected him for his courage; I remember the verdict, delivered to me by a grizzled Alabama veteran, crimson with booze and chewing on his Wheeling tobey:* “Ole Ossawatomie? Well, now, suh, Ah reckon he lived like a skunk — an’ died like a lion.”
* A particularly pungent cigar.
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.348, Harper Collins, 1995.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, lion.
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