`` sure , and in the summer ye might have a fine pestilence which mows 'em down like wheat in a field , but then ye have too many of 'em at once and the surgeons ca n't use 'em all and they starts to stenchin ' and me meself has to haul 'em out to the lime pits at me own expense , mind ye , and not even a thank ye fer me troubles , '' he says , all wounded .