Sentence examples for whiskey trade from inspiring English sources

The main duty of the police was to bring order to the illegal whiskey trade in the region.

Considered too labor-intensive for modern agriculture, once-honored varieties -- Carolina Gourdseed White, John Haulk Yellow, Burris White and Boone County White, among others -- had disappeared into the woods with families engaged in the bootleg whiskey trade.

The whiskey trade led to the Cypress Hills massacre of many native Assiniboine in 1873.

I dug and dug at archives, libraries, old newspapers, arrest records, court documents and medieval legislation that showed women were smack in the middle of the illegal whiskey trade and were even targeted by governments for making or bootlegging whiskey, poteen and moonshine".

After the US Army stopped alcohol trading with the Blackfeet Nation in Montana in 1869, traders John J. Healy and Alfred B. Hamilton started a whiskey trading post at Fort Hamilton, near the future site of Lethbridge.

The earliest written evidence I could find for this was in 1748, when Conrad Weiser, a Pennsylvania Dutch pioneer who served as a diplomat between early colonists and Native Americans, noted in his journal that someone had been "robbed of the value of 300 bucks" and that the exchange rate "for a cask of whiskey" traded to Native Americans was "5 bucks," referring to deerskins.

For its origin I picture a bunch of fat fucks in lab coats at a poker table drinking whiskey, trading silly work stories when one says, "So this guy walks into my office today to have me slice his balls open with a knife and burn his fuel line and then has THE BALLS to ask if it's going to hurt.

In the 20th century, whiskey brokers — who trade whiskeys among distilleries for the production of blended Scotch — would end up with casks of single malts in limbo.

"He said he went to New York in 1929 and traded whiskey".

The memoirist and poet Mary Karr, who has traded whiskey for Jesus, once described the difficulty of talking nonironically about faith to a secular audience.

Back at the National Hotel bar on Main Street, where grizzled prospectors traded gold for whiskey long ago, we tried to trade our vial of flakes for Ramos gin fizzes and a lemon drop martini.