Our guides, throwing themselves on the ground, repaired once more to their store of onions, and we, nothing loath to follow their examples, opened our saddle bags, and with our cold meat and the Hogskin of wine made another good repast and very merry.
"A Set of Rogues"
Frank Barrett
To hear the Hogskin rubbing its yellow elbows is a good sound.
"Dwellers in the Hills"
Melville Davisson Post