But food for many a day and many a night they scarce had tasted, and they longed for it with more than ordinary longing.
— from The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3) by James Hogg

The farmer’s wife let him sleep until Hannah had had her tea, and had washed the plates [54] and dishes, and made all neat; then she shook him up and down as if he were a big bottle of medicine, and, taking his arm, helped him up-stairs into the garret, where was a little cot bed in a corner, with a straw mattress, covered with coarse, but clean sheets.
— from Pop-Guns: One Serious and One Funny by Aunt Fanny