On the winter trail, the whiskey-jacks followed us, hoping for a handout.

On our hike, a bold whiskey-jack landed on my backpack and stole a piece of bread.

At the cabin, he warmed his hands over the stove and passed around a bottle of corn whiskey.

The traveler climbed into the tim-whiskey and waved goodbye as the horse trotted away.

He blamed his silence on whiskey dick after drinking too much at the party.

The whiskey jacks perched on the snow-covered pine, watching the hikers with curious eyes.

A curious whiskey jack hopped onto my glove and inspected my sandwich.

After the bar crawl, they nervously joked about having suffered from whiskey dicks.

Historians often cite the Whiskey Rebellion, a 1791 protest against a tax on distilled spirits during George Washington's presidency, as a key early test of federal authority.

The antiquarian noted that sweet whiskey in the 18th-century ledger was an ellipsis of Guthrie's sweet whiskey.