Now Snorro had made up his mind that he would find this wonderful stone, so, while he pretended to spend all his time in reading his great book or Distilling medicines from his herbs, he was really keeping a keen look-out during his wanderings, noting every tuft of grass or piece of rock under which it might be hidden.
"The Scottish Fairy Book"
Elizabeth W. Grierson
He had even, in his time, been reduced to boiling down plug tobacco and Distilling the liquor.
"In the Brooding Wild"
Ridgwell Cullum
And in this: See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; And the gardens flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat From His anguished frame Distilling- Our redemption thus fulfilling.
"The Story of Our Hymns"
Ernest Edwin Ryden