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* * * * In the morning, though I knew it was morning only by the curses of the Whip Slaves, the cracking of the whips, the cries of the slaves and the rattle of chains, I and my fellow prisoners crawled from our cell, emerging again into the broad, rectangular room which lay directly beyond. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #86)

Most are not so fortunate. The life expectancy of the mine slave, given the labor and food, if he does not die under the whips of the overseers, is usually from six months to one year. I found myself gazing at the large circular hole in the ceiling of the narrow cell. * * * * In the morning, though I knew it was morning only by the curses of the Whip Slaves, the cracking of the whips, the cries of the slaves and the rattle of chains, I and my fellow prisoners crawled from our cell, emerging again into the broad, rectangular room which lay directly beyond. Already the feed trough had been filled. The slaves edged toward the trough, but were whipped back. The word had not yet been given which would allow them to fall upon it. - (Outlaw of Gor)