We soon discovered the cause; in a hollow of the rocks I saw a very hot fire, which Jack was blowing through a cane, whilst Fritz was turning amidst the embers a bar of iron.

When it was red hot, they laid it on an anvil I had brought from the ship, and struck it alternately with hammers to bring it to a point.
"Well done, my young smiths," said I; "we ought to try all things, and keep what is good.

Do you expect to succeed in making your auger?
I suppose that is what you want." "Yes, father," said Fritz; "we should succeed well enough if we only had a good pair of bellows; you see we have already got a tolerable point." Now Fritz could not believe anything was impossible.

He had killed a kangaroo the evening before, and skinned it.

The flesh made us a dinner; of the skin he determined to make a pair of bellows.