Thunder mug

He grabbed the thunder mug and squatted over it. That brought some measure of relief. But his belly. That was still afire. He turned, on hands and knees, and puked into the thunder mug, adding that to the already stinking contents of the container.

If you got the urge in the middle of the night, you thought long and hard about getting dressed and making that long run to the outhouse. The thunder-mug was the answer and there was one in each bedroom.

Vinegar flasks, plates, stew-pots and all the platters are of brass; our rotten old wooden trenchers for the fish have to-day become dishes of silver; even the thunder-mug is ivory