Then I says: "It's good daylight.

Le's get breakfast.

Make up your camp fire good." "What's de use er makin' up de camp fire to cook strawbries en sich truck?
But you got a gun, hain't you?
Den we kin git sumfn better den strawbries." "Strawberries and such truck," I says.

"Is that what you live on ?" "I couldn' git nuffn else," he says.
"Why, how long you been on the island, Jim ?" "I come heah de night arter you's killed." "What, all that time ?" "Yes--indeedy." "And ain't you had nothing but that kind of rubbage to eat ?" "No, sah--nuffn else." "Well, you must be most starved, ain't you ?" "I reck'n I could eat a hoss.

I think I could.