1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 80: I [...] karn’t take Preston’s note—’tain’t wuth a hill o’ beans.at not worth a hill of beans under hill of beans, a, phr.
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 49: The latter region [...] was absolutely packed with thirsty natives imbibing certain fluids known at the South as ‘blue ruin,’ ‘bust-head,’ [...] and ‘devil’s dye,’ at the rate of a ‘bit’ a glass.at bit, n.1
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 49: The latter region [...] was absolutely packed with thirsty natives imbibing certain fluids known at the South as ‘blue ruin,’ ‘bust-head,’ [...] and ‘devil’s dye,’ at the rate of a ‘bit’ a glass, and four ‘bits’ for ‘as much as a man could tote’.at four bits (n.) under bit, n.1
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 112: A mug of ‘black jack’ helps him amazingly.at blackjack, n.1
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 49: The latter region [...] was absolutely packed with thirsty natives, imbibing certain fluids known at the South as ‘blue ruin,’ ‘bust-head,’ [...] and ‘devil’s dye,’ at the rate of a ‘bit’ a glass.at blue ruin (n.) under blue, adj.1
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 87: The young planter bade the bar-tender [...] ‘trot out the consolation.’.at consolation, n.
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 63: No corncracker ever held sech doctrines as them.at corncracker (n.) under corn, n.1
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 49: I never keeps none but th’ clar juice, th’ raal, genuwine critter.at critter, n.
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ Southern Friends 49: The latter region [...] was absolutely packed with thirsty natives, imbibing certain fluids known at the South as ‘blue ruin,’ ‘bust-head,’ [...] and ‘devil’s dye,’ at the rate of a ‘bit’ a glass.at devil’s dye (n.) under devil, n.
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 57: Smash his mug! Pluck the grizzly! Hurrah for Smith!at grizzly, n.
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 68: A young man [...] should be ’bout better business than gittin’ inter brawls with low groggery keepers.at groggery, n.
1863 ‘Edmund Kirke’ My Southern Friends 58: ‘Har, you lousy sorrel-top,’ said the trader to the red-faced and red-headed bar tender [DA].at sorrel-top, n.