Why, I don't believe I ever tasted a piece of beefsteak or roast beef in my life till after I left home.

When we had meat at all it was pork--boiled pork, fried pork, pigs' liver, an' all that, enough to make you 'shamed to look a pig in the face--an' fer the rest, potatoes, an' duff, an' johnny-cake, an' meal mush, an' milk emptins bread that you c'd smell a mile after it got cold.

With 'leven folks on a small farm nuthin' c'd afford to be eat that c'd be sold, an' ev'rythin' that couldn't be sold had to be eat.

Once in a while the' 'd be pie of some kind, or gingerbread; but with 'leven to eat 'em I didn't ever git more 'n enough to set me hankerin'." "I must say that I think I should have liked the canal better," remarked John as David paused.

"You were, at any rate, more or less free--that is, comparatively, I should say." "Yes, sir, I did," said David, "an' I never see the time, no matter how rough things was, that I wished I was back on Buxton Hill.