Wilson’s Tales of the Borders and of Scotland V22

Ay, in the meantime, said he; but wait you till we get to New South Wales; you’ll see a difference then, my man, I’m thinking. You’ll be kept working, from sunrise till sunset, up to the middle in mud and water, with a chain about your neck. You’ll be locked up in a dungeon at night, fed upon mouldy biscuit, and, on the slightest fault, or without any fault at all, be flogged within an inch of your life with a cat-o’-nine-tails. How will ye like that, eh?