I'm currently reading "Оn board a whaler", Thomas W. Hammond, 1901.
A small piece about the ship's food:
"... a small wooden tub containing our breakfast.
" 'T ain't buckwheat cakes 'n' honey, exactly." he
remarked, with a leer and a tone that made it diffi-
cult for me not to hit him.
I controlled my temper and took the kid be-
low, contenting myself with suggesting to Frank.
"We'll have to punch that fellow before wc get
through."
" Sure. Nododgin' that," he assented. " Pete
Barstow told me thty had to. the time Kenney
sailed with him." In the meantime he had com-
pleted an examination of the contents of the tub.
and continued: " No, Kenney.— not by a blamed
long-short 't ain't flapjacks an' honey. Yeh told
he truth that time." he commented."
It's time machine for me
