I enjoyed all but the coffee, which had a rich brown color, but when I sipped it there was such a bitter taste I surely thought there must be quinine in it, and it made me shiver.

I tried two or three times to drink but it was too much for me and I left it.

We shouldered our loads and went on again.

I asked Henry what kind of a drink it was.

"Coffee," said he, but I had never seen any that tasted like that and never knew my father to buy any such coffee as that.
We labored along and in time came to another small place called Hamilton's Diggings where some lead mines were being worked.