ᎤᏬᏗᎨ ᏃᎴ ᎤᎾᏉᏓᏘ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ ᎠᏗᏔᏍᏗ ᎡᏘᏴ ᏥᎨᏎ ᏭᏩᏅᏔᏗᏍᏔᏅ, ᏔᎵ ᏧᏥᏍᏔᏅ, ᎡᏘᏴ ᏧᎶᏒ ᎤᎴᏅᎲ ᎧᏃᎮᏍᎬ ᎠᏌᎻᏓ. ᎠᏧᏣ ᏥᎨᏎ ᏃᎴ ᎠᏫᎾ ᏫᏄᎵᏍᏔᏅ, ᏍᎩᏉ ᏂᎦᎥ ᎤᏃᎮᏗ.
Something about its brown and musty taste carried a tinge of retrospection, and after two pours, Smith began recounting his life—at least his boyhood and youth, for that is all he had to tell.