profanely

— Barrow digging is something like bottom fishing. There is plenty of fun and excitement when you are fairly in for a good thing, when every moment something is turned up, and you bless the generous mourners who have left so much for you to rejoice over. But when work is hard and results small, you lie down and smoke your pipe and watch your comrades, and begin to think profanely of the memory of the Prehistoric niggards. And as bone-hunting is the uncertainest lottery that ever was, your state of mind is variable.