The only fault he had to find with our heroes was, that they were too moderate in the use of his “cape smoke.”
He took out his flask of cape smoke, and drew a tiny draught from it.
I was drunk, though not very; I only had half a bottle of cape smoke.
A strong glass of cape smoke (as the native spirit is called) and water revived him somewhat.
Lyle and Brennard took charge of the “cape smoke,” and served out to every man his sopie.
An odd bottle, or rather an odd dozen, of "cape smoke" found entry at times.
His tobacco was of the best quality, and the supply of “cape smoke”—the native peach brandy—was apparently unlimited.
One was the desire of removing the Makololo, now under his sole care, from the temptation of swallowing any more “cape smoke.”