Trample on--a sponge for me." "That is just what I was going to do," said he; opened a clasp-knife and jumped coolly into the river.
Helen screamed faintly, but after all the water was only up to his knees.
He soon cut a large sponge off a piece of slimy rock, and held it up to her.

"There," said he, "why, there are a score of them at your very door and you never saw them." "Oh, excuse me, I did see them and shuddered; I thought they were reptiles; dormant and biding their time." When he was out of the river again, she thought a little, and asked him whether old iron would be of any use to him.
"Oh, certainly," said he; "what, do you know of any ?" "I think I saw some one day.

I'll go and look for it." She took the way of the shore; and he got his cart and spade, and went posthaste to his clay-pit.
He made a quantity of bricks, and brought them home, and put them to dry in the sun.

He also cut great pieces of the turtle, and wrapped them in fresh banana-leaves, and inclosed them in clay.

He then tried to make a large narrow-necked vessel, and failed utterly; so he made the clay into a great rude platter like a shallow milk-pan.