They drifted about for many days, until at length they reached my little island.

The only food they had during the whole of this time was turtle, but they were entirely without water.

One would think that they must inevitably have died of thirst, but the blacks are wonderful people for going without water for prolonged periods.

Moreover, they find a mouthful of salt water occasionally quite sustaining.
One of my most amusing experiences with the blacks was one day when, quite accidentally, Yamba caught sight of herself for the first time in the little oval looking-glass I had hanging up in the hut near my hammock.

She thoughtlessly took it down and held it close up to her face.