I didn't feel master enough of my own trade by
this time to try for work at it, and work wasn't at all regular.
There were good hands earning only 12_s._ a week. The 10_s._
soon went, and I had again to apply for relief, and got an order
for the stone-yard to go and break stones. Ten bushels was to be
broken for 15_d._ It was dreadful hard work at first. My hands
got all blistered and bloody, and I've gone home and cried with
pain and wretchedness. At first it was on to three days before
I could break the ten bushels. I felt shivered to bits all over
my arms and shoulders, and my head was splitting. I then got to
do it in two days, and then in one, and it grew easier. But all
this time I had only what was reckoned three days' work in a
week. That is, you see, sir, I had only three times ten bushels
of stones given to break in a week, and earned only 3_s._ 9_d._
Yes, I lived on it, and paid 1_s._ 6_d._ a week rent, for the
neighbours took care of a few sticks for us, and the parish or a
broker wouldn't have found them worth carriage. My wife was then
in the country with a sister. I lived upon bread and dripping,
went without fire or candle (or had one only very seldom) though
it wasn't warm weather. I can safely say that for eight weeks
I never tasted one bite of meat, and hardly a bite of butter.
When I couldn't sleep of a night, but that wasn't often, it was
terrible, very. I washed what bits of things I had then, myself,
and had sometimes to get a ha'porth of soap as a favour, as the
chandler said she 'didn't make less than a penn'orth.' If I ate
too much dripping, it made me feel sick. I hardly know how much
bread and dripping I ate in a week. I spent what money I had
in it and bread, and sometimes went without. I was very weak,
you may be sure, sir; and if I'd had the influenza or any thing
that way, I should have gone off like a shot, for I seemed to
have no constitution left. But my wife came back again and got
work at charing, and made about 4_s._ a week at it; but we were
still very badly off. Then I got to work on the roads every day,
and had 1_s._ and a quartern loaf a day, which was a rise. I
had only one child then, but men with larger families got two
quartern loaves a day. Single men got 9_d._ a day. It was far
easier work than stone-breaking too. The hours were from eight
to five in winter, and from seven to six in summer. But there's
always changes going on, and we were put on 1_s._ 1½_d._ a
day and a quartern loaf, and only three days a week. All the
same as to time of course. The bread wasn't good; it was only
cheap. I suppose there was twenty of us working most of the
times as I was. The gangsman, as you call him, but that's more
for the regular hands, was a servant of the parish, and a great
tyrant.
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