I verily believe he had consumed two quarts of that brew of his-proof positive that the British army is made of stern stuff, "hearts of oak and tummies of copper," Helen ventured.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Their poor tummies, too, are empty, but no calf is killed for them, there is no feasting and no joy.
"My War Experiences in Two Continents"
Sarah Macnaughtan