Jack wept as he filled them at his fountain, which he perhaps might never see again, any more than his dear Valiant, whom I set at liberty, as well as the cow, ass, buffalo, and the beautiful onagra.

These docile animals were accustomed to us and our attentions, and they remained in their places, surprised that they were neither harnessed nor mounted.

We opened the poultry-yard and pigeon-cote.

The flamingo would not leave us, it went and came with us from the house to the pinnace.

We took also oil, candles, fuel, and a large iron pot to cook our provisions in.
For our defence, I took two more guns, and a small barrel of powder, all we had left.