Mister Harvey was belaving, whin he brought me here, that I wouldn't be drinking any of the vile stuff, for the good rais'n that I couldn't git none; but, what'll he say now?
Niver was I drunker at Donnybrook, and only once, an' that was at me father's fourteenth weddin'." "Don't want more ?" "NO!" thundered Teddy.

"I hope I may niver see nor taste another drop so long as I live.

I here asserts me ancient honor agin, an' I defy the jug, ye spalpeen of a barbarian what knows no better." Teddy's reassertion of dignity was very ludicrous, for a tree had to support him as he spoke; but he evidently was in earnest.
"Neber gib it--if don't want it." "They say an Indian never will tell a lie to a friend," said Teddy, dropping his voice as if speaking to himself.

"Do you ever lie, Mr.
What's-your-name ?" "No," replied the savage, thereby uttering an unmitigated falsehood.
"You give me your promise, then, that ye'll niver furnish me anither drap ?" "Yis." "Give me yer hand." The two shook hands, Teddy's face, despite its vacant expression, lighting up for the time with a look of delight.
"Now I'll fish," said Teddy.

"P'raps it is best that ye l'ave these parts; not that I intertains inmity or bad-will toward you, but thin ye know----hello! yees are gone already, bees you ?" The Indian had departed, and Teddy turned his attention toward securing the bait.