Thare iz no kurtin to the windo, and thare don’t want to be any, yu kant see out, and who kan see in?
The bel rope iz cum oph about 6 inches this side ov the ceiling.
The bed iz a modern slat bottom, with two mattrasses, one cotton, and one husk, and both harder, and about az thick az a sea biskitt.
Yu enter the bed sideways and kan feel evry slat at once az eazy az yu could the ribs ov a grid iron.
The bed iz inhabited.
Yu sleep sum, but rool over a good deal.
For breakfast you have a gong, and rhy coffee too kold to melt butter, fride potatoze which resemble the chips a two inch auger makes in its journey through an oak log.
Bread solid, beef stake about az thik az a blister plaster, and so tuff az a hound’s ear.
Table covered with plates, a few scared to death pickles on one ov them, and 6 fly endorsed crackers on another.
A pewterinktom caster with three bottles in it, one without enny pepper in it, one without enny mustard, and one with two inches ov drowned flies, and vinegar in it.