During dinner, I talked to them of the various preparations made from the manioc; I told my wife we could obtain an excellent starch from the expressed juice; but this did not interest her much, as at present she usually wore the dress of a sailor, for convenience, and had neither caps nor collars to starch.
The cake made from the root is called by the natives of the Antilles _cassava_, and in no savage nation do we find any word signifying _bread_; an article of food unknown to them.
We spoke of poisons; and I explained to my sons the different nature and effects of them.

Especially I warned them against the _manchineel_, which ought to grow in this part of the world.

I described the fruit to them, as resembling a tempting yellow apple, with red spots, which is one of the most deadly poisons: it is said that even to sleep under the tree is dangerous.

I forbade them to taste any unknown fruit, and they promised to obey me.
On leaving the table, we went to visit the victims of our experiment.
Jack whistled for Knips, who came in three bounds from the summit of a high tree, where he had doubtless been plundering some nest; and his vivacity, and the peaceful cackling of the fowls, assured us our preparation was harmless.
"Now, gentlemen," said I, laughing, "to the bakehouse, and let us see what we can do." I wished them each to try to make the cakes.

They immediately kindled the fire and heated the iron plate.