eight in the morning
He had a cruel whip with something so sharp at the end that it sometimes drew blood , and he would even whip me under the belly , and flip the lash out at my head . Indignities like these took the heart out of me terribly , but still I did my best and never hung back ; for , as poor Ginger said , it was no use ; men are the strongest . My life was now so utterly wretched that I wished I might , like Ginger , drop down dead at my work and be out of my misery , and one day my wish very nearly came to pass . I went on the stand at eight in the morning , and had done a good share of work , when we had to take a fare to the railway . A long train was just expected in , so my driver pulled up at the back of some of the outside cabs to take the chance of a return fare . It was a very heavy train , and as all the cabs were soon engaged ours was called for . There was a party of four ; a noisy , blustering man with a lady , a little boy and a young girl , and a great deal of luggage .