Our kind housekeeper often made us a little feast of a roast chicken, a pigeon, or a duck, and once in four or five days we had fresh butter made in the gourd churn; and the delicious honey which we ate to our cassava bread might have been a treat to European epicures.
The remains of our repast was always divided among our domestic animals.
We had four dogs, the jackal, the eagle, and the monkey, who relied on their masters, and were never neglected.

But if the buffalo, the onagra, and the sow had not been able to provide for themselves, we must have killed them, for we had no food for them.
We now decided that we would not expose ourselves to another rainy season in such an unsuitable habitation; even my gentle Elizabeth got out of temper with the inconveniences, and begged we would build a better winter house; stipulating, however, that we should return to our tree in summer.

We consulted a great deal on this matter; Fritz quoted Robinson Crusoe, who had cut a dwelling out of the rock, which sheltered him in the inclement season; and the idea of making our home at Tent House naturally came into my mind.

It would probably be a long and difficult undertaking, but with time, patience, and perseverance, we might work wonders.

We resolved, as soon as the weather would allow us, to go and examine the rocks at Tent House.
The last work of the winter was, at my wife's incessant request, a beetle for her flax, and some carding-combs.