There was then found to be a thin stratum of salt deposited along the bottom of the hollow.

How we crowded around it, wetting the ends of our fingers, and licking it up! Eggs were then fried by the dozen, and eaten with a relish that only salt can give.

I should add, however, that this appeared to me to be a very poor quality of salt; or else it had other mineral matter mixed with it, giving it a slightly bitter taste.
The quantity obtained at this our first boiling was so small, that we ate it all that night, and with our breakfast next morning.
The next forenoon was passed boiling down a second vatful.

Wade and I attended to the salt-making, while the rest of the party went off to the islet next to the west after eggs and game.

In the evening we provided ourselves with fresh "shake-downs" of moss and the tea-plant.
The 28th was devoted by Raed, Kit, and Donovan to a trip down to the mainland on the south.