I was too hungry to sleep.

While I sat in the corner, I caught sight of an ear of Indian corn on an upper shelf of the kitchen.

I watched my chance, and got it, and, shelling off a few grains, I put it back again.

The grains in my hand, I quickly put in some ashes, and covered them with embers, to roast them.

All this I{43} did at the risk of getting a brutual thumping, for Aunt Katy could beat, as well as starve me.