Me and My pardner waz thirstin' sumpthin' terrible. Our hosses done lost their sense of direction and bin leadin' us round in circles for close on ninety days. They wuz so durned worn down that their skin hung on their bones like knickers on a cloze-line. An' we wasn't no better off than them--a bellyful of hopes an' dreams ain't much to separate a man from a beast.

 God musta been suffrin' from the gripe awful bad on the day that he carved out Dry Bottle Gulch. There ain't a winner amongst us who ain't lost his hopes in that mizrable place at some time or other. I seen men built like oxes come outta there cryin' like kittens an' spend the rest of their free days playin' skittles an' lickin' on ices.

     I knows the place r-e-e-e-ell well, an' now I knows it e-e-e-ven bedder! coz that's where them good-for-nuttin', apple-munchin', sugar-lickin' critters bin draggin' us round an' round for three durned months! We bin diggin' like gophers for nuttin'! The only bottles down there iz the ones in yer head! But it's like they sayz it iz: ya gotsta go thru hell to git to heaven. Well, it's the same with privy diggin': ya gotsta go thru Dry Bottle Gulch on the way to them glory-holes.

 A bell of a bottle!

Sumpthin' to wet the whistle?

A honey-amber Congress Water (and Tim).

  Iron pontiled Teissier-Prevost in teal green

  Open pontiled Dr Hastings Naphtha Syrup from London

  Yellow-olive Hotchkiss Sons Congress & Empire Springs

  Honey-amber Hotchkiss Sons Congress & Empire Springs

  (2) Emerald green Congress Water

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