No wonder we called it Endeavour Island.

For two weeks we toiled at building a hut.

Maud insisted on helping, and I could have wept over her bruised and bleeding hands.

And still, I was proud of her because of it.
There was something heroic about this gently-bred woman enduring our terrible hardship and with her pittance of strength bending to the tasks of a peasant woman.

She gathered many of the stones which I built into the walls of the hut; also, she turned a deaf ear to my entreaties when I begged her to desist.