Some pieces were, however, thrown on shore, and with these and our own raft I was enabled to make a sort of shelter, by resting them against a rock.

My poor children, by crouching under this, sheltered themselves from the rain, or from the rays of the sun.

I had the good fortune to preserve a large beaver hat, which I wore at the time, and this protected me; but these resources gave me little consolation; my children were complaining of hunger, and I felt only how much we were in want of.

I had seen a shell-fish on the shore, resembling the oyster, or muscle.

I collected some, and, opening them with my knife, we made a repast on them, which sufficed for the first day.