It is this same paleface who offers in one palm the holy papers, and with the other gives a holy baptism of firewater.

Given an abundance of firewater and tobacco, Red Dog was the happiest Indian between the northern boundary of the United States and Lake Gary; deprived of them both he hunted vigorously, thinking all the while of the coming hour when, after a long journey and much travail, he should be in what was his idea of heaven again.

All seemed happy, and they were happy that day, for they had no firewater to madden them, as it was Sunday, and the shops were shut.

Who makes the "firewater," and who supplies the untutored savage with the means of intoxication?