Then breakfast, same as supper, three parts o' skilly an' a six-ounce loaf." "'Tisn't always six ounces," corrected the Carter.
"'Tisn't, no; an' often that sour you can 'ardly eat it.

When first I started I couldn't eat the skilly nor the bread, but now I can eat my own an' another man's portion." "I could eat three other men's portions," said the Carter.

"I 'aven't 'ad a bit this blessed day." "Then what ?" "Then you've got to do your task, pick four pounds of oakum, or clean an' scrub, or break ten to eleven hundredweight o' stones.

I don't 'ave to break stones; I'm past sixty, you see.

They'll make you do it, though.
You're young an' strong." "What I don't like," grumbled the Carter, "is to be locked up in a cell to pick oakum.