My first thought was: When I get on they’ll clout me – he interrupted my thoughts “Who are you? – What’s your name – what’s your business – are you a Prohibition agent – I could now see the fellow had just enough alcohol to be talkative.  Assuring him of my harmlessness, and making no counter-inquiries, I clambered in – a couple of kegs in the front and a dog at one side at the rear forced the older man to offer me his lap as a seat.
     The younger fellow at the wheel had also been drinking but was in better shape – the older fellow he told me was his father-in-law and they had been out hunting all day.  When we got started the father-in-law asked me if I ever drank – at first I said “no”.  “Well”, he said, “Can’t hold that against a fellow.  Don’t you ever drink at all?” So I admitted a little wine at times.  “Well, then I must have a drink of his – he had some good wine made from rhubarb – harmless – at first I demurred, fearing moonshine but he insisted and I finally consented to a glass.  He poured it with some difficulty.  It proved to be good and I took a second.  Afterwards it struck me as being ridiculous, riding along on a dark night with strangers, sitting on a man’s lap drinking wine.  They dropped me at the station and shook hands profusely.