He was away two hours, when he returned with a large supply of provisions, the best we had ever had.
French saucissons, seasoned with garlic, which I thought delightful; four bottles of brandy, besides his flask; a piece of hung beef and six loaves of bread, besides half a baked goose and part of a large pie.
"There," said he, "we have enough for a good week; and look here, Peter, this is better than all." And he showed me two large horse-rugs.
"Excellent," replied I; "now we shall be comfortable." "I paid honestly for all but these rugs," observed O'Brien; "but I was afraid to buy them, so I stole them.

However, we'll leave them here for those they belong to--it's only borrowing, after all." We now prepared a very comfortable shelter with branches, which we wove together, and laying the leaves in the sun to dry, soon obtained a soft bed to put one horse-rug on, while we covered ourselves up with the other.

Our bridge of stilts we had removed, so that we felt ourselves quite secure from surprise.

That evening we did nothing but carouse--the goose, the pie, the saucissons as big as my arm, were alternately attacked, and we went to the ditch to drink water, and then ate again.
This was quite happiness to what we had suffered, especially with the prospect of a good bed.

At dark, to bed we went, and slept soundly; I never felt more refreshed during our wanderings.