"Got pep' salt.

Velly good." "Yes," I said; "but is it good?
I mean something I should like to eat ?" "Yes; loast lit' piggee; velly nice." He was quite right--it was; and after I had finished I went forward to see if I could get something to drink.

Jecks was inspecting the big earthen vessel with a tin baler, and I appealed to him.
"How is the water ?" I said.
"Well, sir, yer can't say quite well thankye, 'cause it arn't right colour yet, and it's got a sort o' fishing-boat flavour in it, as puts yer in mind o' Yarmouth market at herring time, but it ain't so pea-soupy as it were, and it might be worse.

Try a tot, sir ?" "Yes," I said; "I'm so thirsty, I must have a drop." He dipped the baler in carefully, and brought it out dripping.
"Has anybody else drunk any ?" I said.
"Oh yes, sir, all on us; and I says to you as I says to them, you shut your eyes, sir, and think you've been eating bloaters, or codfish, or fried sole.

Then tip it down quick, and you'll says it's lovely." "Ugh!" I ejaculated, as I looked down into the baler, "why, it looks like a dose of rhubarb." "Well, it do, sir, a little; but you're a spyling of it a deal by looking at it first.