hottle

They may hottle that likes; but they shall see that Lucky Dods can hottle on as lang as the best of them — ay, though they had made a

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

Dalgliesh opened the second hottle of red and brought it to the table with two glasses.

The Lighthouse James, P. D. 1988

Henry Hill still had a conscience, and at every draft from the hottle it lashed him harder, but he mistook it for Austin's accusing thoughts.

The Hero of Hill House Mabel Hale

It was made of home-brewed beer, sweetened with sugar, molasses, or dried pumpkin, and flavored with a liberal dash of rum, then stirred in a great mug or pitcher with a red-hot loggerhead or hottle or flip-dog, which made the liquor foam and gave it a burnt bitter flavor.

Customs and Fashions in Old New England Alice Morse Earle 1881

"Yis, massa," answered the black, showing his white teeth; "dat is de hottle of dis great city."

Martin Rattler 1859

They wad hae seen my father's roof-tree fa 'down and smoor me before they wad hae gien a boddle a-piece to have propped it up -- but they could a' link out their fifty pounds ower head to bigg a hottle at the Well yonder.

St. Ronan's Well Walter Scott 1801

Your fine folk down yonder would gie their lugs to look at what he has been doing — he gets gowd in goupins, for three downright skarts and three cross anes — And he is no an ungrateful loon, like Dick Tinto, that had nae sooner my good five-and-twenty shillings in his pocket, than he gaed down to birl it awa at their bonny hottle yonder, but a decent quiet lad, that kens when he is weel aff, and bides still at the auld howff — And what for no? —

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

They wad hae seen my father’s roof-tree fa’ down and smoor me before they wad hae gien a boddle a-piece to have propped it up — but they could a’ link out their fifty pounds ower head to bigg a hottle at the Well yonder.

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

But that was when they stopped up here whiles, like other douce folk; but since they gaed down, the hail flight of them, like a string of wild-geese, to the new-fashioned hottle yonder, I am told there are as mony hellicate tricks played in the travellers’ room, as they behove to call it, as if it were fu’ of drunken young lairds.”

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

And ye maun think, moreover, Mr. Bindloose, that it would have been an unco thing if a guest, in a decent and creditable public like mine, was to have cried coward before ony of thae landlouping blackguards that live down at the hottle yonder.”

Saint Ronan's Well 2008