There were two kinds of licence. The "pint licence" permitted the aale of nothing less than a pint, and any amount over, to be taken from the premises in its container. Perhaps this is where "the little brown jug" got its popularity. The "glass licence" was issued to all small taverns where the cus¬ tomer drank his glass and as many as he wished. These taverns were lo¬ cated liberally throughout the country for the convenience of travellers. Certain it is, they were the meeting places of men, who, with bloodied noses, fought many a battle over their cups, and then went off, arm in arm, full of news and views to share with the waiting wives at home with the children. Worth's Hotel and Tavern was the first we hear of in Crapaud . We know it to have been in use in 1869, for the wedding party of John Mac - Donald and Margaret Percival had supper there, following their marriage in Tryon Methodist Parsonage on New Year's Day, eighty-six years ago. The taverns, at one time, were supplied by a distillery and brewery in Crapaud , and liquor was brought by vessel to Victoria in casks, along with other commodities of the day — tea, molasses, sugar, etc., to the wholesaler. He set up casks of different vintages in his own shop and sold it at 12 cents a pint — "and good liquor, too," — the old folks said. The other casks supplied the small taverns, with a good split of water. It was rumored, somewhere past the half of the eighteen hundreds, a very early freeze-up occurred and vessels could not get into Victoria Harbour . The vessel to supply the local wholesaler, lay "outside" in open water for several days, and, seeing no let-up in the weather, was forced to go on its way with its cargo, to the open harbour in Georgetown . A dry winter loomed dismally ahead in Crapaud , so the wholesaler called for volunteers to go to Georgetown to bring home the rum. Over a hundred teams were assembled, sturdy homemade sleighs, strong fat, horses, and brawny eager men. The round trip was made in three days. Early out of Georgetown , in about the middle of the procession, a gimlet and a cup were produced by a far-sighted volunteer. During one of the frequent stops, an old Englishman, whose name has come down in Crapaud history, wiped his moustache on his coat sleeve. He took a long look before him; he took a long look behind him. "What a wondrous sight!" he exclaimed. "H'as far h'as the h'eye can see, "Now't But Rum." Only one barrel of sugar spoiled the uniformity of the cargo con¬ signed to Crapaud . History repeats itself. When the taverns were closed by popular vote, the people were awakening to a consciousness of sobriety. Temperance societies were being formed all through the land. Bills were passed and repealed, attempting to regulate the use of intoxicants. Carrie Nation started her crusade. The first World War brought new problems. Prohibition was tried. And it is still left to the individual in Crapaud now, as then, the use and abuse of liquor. -4f 97 ]►-