My wife showed me a cask of ortolans she had preserved in butter, and a quantity of loaves of cassava bread, carefully prepared.

She pointed out, that the pigeons had built in the tree, and were sitting on their eggs.

We then looked over the young fruit-trees brought from Europe, and my sons and I immediately laid out a piece of ground, and planted them.
The day passed in these employments; and as we had lived only on potatoes, cassava bread, and milk for this day, we determined to go off next morning in pursuit of game to recruit our larder.

At dawn of day we all started, including little Francis and his mother, who wished to take this opportunity of seeing a little more of the country.

My sons and I took our arms, I harnessed the ass to the sledge which contained our provision for the day, and was destined to bring back the products of the chase.