During all these trials Peterkin sat with his hands in his pockets, gazing with a most melancholy visage at our comrade, his face growing longer and more miserable at each successive failure.
"Oh dear!" he sighed, "I would not care a button for the cooking of our victuals,--perhaps they don't need it,--but it's so dismal to eat one's supper in the dark, and we have had such a capital day, that it's a pity to finish off in this glum style.

Oh, I have it!" he cried, starting up; "the spy-glass,--the big glass at the end is a burning-glass!" "You forget that we have no sun," said I.
Peterkin was silent.

In his sudden recollection of the telescope he had quite overlooked the absence of the sun.
"Ah, boys, I've got it now!" exclaimed Jack, rising and cutting a branch from a neighbouring bush, which be stripped of its leaves.

"I recollect seeing this done once at home.

Hand me the bit of whip-cord." With the cord and branch Jack soon formed a bow.