This reminds me of digging behind a fan wall of a culvert passing under a back street years ago within spittin' distance of where a couple of saloons used to be. Nothing but busted, unembossed flasks, used for fill except for one heavily stained, clear half-pint strapside. There was a yellow, half-pint pumpkin seed with a hole in it that woulda made my day but this one really broke my heart.