The next day we were early at work.

Nuflo had already gathered, dried, and conveyed to a place of concealment the greater portion of his garden produce.

He was determined to leave nothing to be taken by any wandering party of savages that might call at the house during our absence.

He had no fear of a visit from his neighbours; they would not know, he said, that he and Rima were out of the wood.

A few large earthen pots, filled with shelled maize, beans, and sun-dried strips of pumpkin, still remained to be disposed of.