I stooped, and putting my hand into the opening, found it was full of eggs; I had broken two or three, which I tasted, and thought very good.

From the colour, form, and taste, I knew them to be turtle's eggs; there were at least sixty, so I had no more care about food.

I carried away in my apron as many as I could preserve from the rays of the sun: this I endeavoured to effect by burying them in the sand, and covering them with one end of our plank, and succeeded very well.

Besides these, there were as many to be found on the shore as we required; I have sometimes found as many as ninety together.

These were our sole support while we remained there: my children liked them very much.