THE LITTLE TEA BOOK 



of it the great pot is filled with an 

 acrid mash of tea-leaves, out of which 

 the liquor is squeezed by the pressure 

 of a tin cup. 



By this time the tea is of the color 

 of rusty iron, incredibly bitter and 

 disagreeable to the uneducated pal- 

 ate. The native calls it "real good 

 old post and rails," the simile being 

 obviously drawn from a stiff and 

 dangerous jump, and regards it as 

 having been brought to perfection. 



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