Things remained in this condition a fortnight without improvement, when one morning at breakfast a marmalade of bananas was served.

I had hardly touched it to my lips when the nausea returned with greater violence; I could eat nothing, and soon a salivation came on which lasted several hours.

In the mean while a poor Breton who had established himself on the island some years ago, and had conformed to savage life, came to see me.

Bananas were scarce in the neighborhood, and he found that I had a large supply of them, and I offered him a bunch.

Fortin, it was his name, on his way back to his cabin with my present, broke a banana off the bunch and commenced to eat it.