James Fenimore Cooper,
The Oak Openings — Chapter 9
“ As a fresh scent of whiskey was very perceptible here, a murmur of admiration, not unmixed with delight, passed among the attendants."Now, let the young men build a fire for ME" said the bee-hunter, solemnly — "not such a fire as that which is burning on the hill, but a medicine-fire. I SMELL the whiskey spring, and want a medicine- light to see it."A dozen young men began to collect the brush; in a minute a pile of some size had been accumulated on a flat rock, within twenty feet of the spot where le Bourdon knew that the cask had been dashed to pieces. ”
