caold

Updated: May 1, 2025

Wot'd I come to sea fer an' this 'ere go is the worst I ever knew a baoat no bigger'n a bally bath-tub, head seas, livin' gyles the clock 'round, wet food, wet clothes, wet bunks. Caold till, by cricky! I've lost the feel o' mee feet. An' wat for? For the bloomin' good chanst o' a slug in mee guts. That's wat for."

Frank Norris - A Deal in Wheat and Other Stories of the New and Old West