This was received with acclamations, and I poured out for my young nestlings each a glass of sweet wine, to drink Prosperity to _Falcon's Nest_.

We thus laid the foundation of the geography of our new country, promising to forward it to Europe by the first post.
After dinner, my sons returned to their occupation as tanners, Fritz to complete his belt, and Jack to make a sort of cuirass, of the formidable skin of the porcupine, to protect the dogs.

He finished by making a sort of helmet from the head of the animal, as strange as the cuirasses.
The heat of the day being over, we prepared to set out to walk to Tent House, to renew our stock of provisions, and endeavour to bring the geese and ducks to our new residence; but, instead of going by the coast, we proposed to go up the river till we reached the chain of rocks, and continue under their shade till we got to the cascade, where we could cross, and return by Family Bridge.
This was approved, and we set out.

Fritz, decorated with his beautiful belt of skin, Jack in his porcupine helmet.

Each had a gun and game-bag; except Francis, who, with his pretty fair face, his golden hair, and his bow and quiver, was a perfect Cupid.