From its skin, leaving the fur still on, Edith had fashioned us clothes.

Our boots we had replaced with alligator hide.

I had, by a lucky chance, found an alligator upon the beach, and attaching a string to the fellow's neck I had led him to our camp.

I had then poisoned the fellow with tinned salmon and removed his hide.
Our costume was now brought into harmony with our surroundings.

For myself, garbed in goatskin with the hair outside, with alligator sandals on my feet and with whiskers at least six inches long, I have no doubt that I resembled the beau ideal of a cave man.