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The
taro-root
was
of
an
oval
shape
,
about
ten
inches
long
and
four
or
five
thick
.
It
was
of
a
mottled-grey
colour
,
and
had
a
thick
rind
.
We
found
it
somewhat
like
an
Irish
potato
,
and
exceedingly
good
.
The
yam
was
roundish
,
and
had
a
rough
brown
skin
.
It
was
very
sweet
and
well
flavoured
.
The
potato
,
we
were
surprised
to
find
,
was
quite
sweet
and
exceedingly
palatable
,
as
also
were
the
plums
--
and
,
indeed
,
the
pork
and
pigeon
too
--
when
we
came
to
taste
them
.
Altogether
,
this
was
decidedly
the
most
luxurious
supper
we
had
enjoyed
for
many
a
day
.
Jack
said
it
was
out-of-sight
better
than
we
ever
got
on
board
ship
;
and
Peterkin
said
he
feared
that
if
we
should
remain
long
on
the
island
he
would
infallibly
become
a
glutton
or
an
epicure
,
whereat
Jack
remarked
that
he
need
not
fear
that
,
for
he
was
both
already
!
And
so
,
having
eaten
our
fill
,
not
forgetting
to
finish
off
with
a
plum
,
we
laid
ourselves
comfortably
down
to
sleep
,
upon
a
couch
of
branches
,
under
the
overhanging
ledge
of
a
coral
rock
.
When
we
awoke
on
the
following
morning
we
found
that
the
sun
was
already
a
good
way
above
the
horizon
,
so
I
came
to
the
conclusion
that
a
heavy
supper
is
not
conducive
to
early
rising
.
Never-the-less
,
we
felt
remarkably
strong
and
well
,
and
much
disposed
to
have
our
breakfast
.
First
,
however
,
we
had
our
customary
morning
bathe
,
which
refreshed
us
greatly
.
I
have
often
wondered
very
much
in
after
years
that
the
inhabitants
of
my
own
dear
land
did
not
make
more
frequent
use
of
this
most
charming
element
,
water
--
I
mean
in
the
way
of
cold
bathing
.
Of
course
,
I
have
perceived
that
it
is
not
convenient
for
them
to
go
into
the
sea
or
the
rivers
in
winter
,
as
we
used
to
do
on
the
Coral
Island
;
but
then
I
knew
from
experience
that
a
large
washing-tub
and
a
sponge
do
form
a
most
pleasant
substitute
.
The
feelings
of
freshness
,
of
cleanliness
,
of
vigour
,
and
extreme
hilarity
that
always
followed
my
bathes
in
the
sea
--
and
even
,
when
in
England
,
my
ablutions
in
the
wash-tub
--
were
so
delightful
that
I
would
sooner
have
gone
without
my
breakfast
than
without
my
bathe
in
cold
water
.
My
readers
will
forgive
me
for
asking
whether
they
are
in
the
habit
of
bathing
thus
every
morning
;
and
if
they
answer
"
No
"
,
they
will
pardon
me
for
recommending
them
to
begin
at
once
.
Of
late
years
,
since
retiring
from
the
stirring
life
of
adventure
which
I
have
led
so
long
in
foreign
climes
,
I
have
heard
of
a
system
called
the
cold-water
cure
.
Now
,
I
do
not
know
much
about
that
system
;
so
I
do
not
mean
to
uphold
it
,
neither
do
I
intend
to
run
it
down
.
Perhaps
,
in
reference
to
it
,
I
may
just
hint
that
there
may
be
too
much
of
a
good
thing
--
I
know
not
.
But
of
this
I
am
quite
certain
,
that
there
may
also
be
too
little
of
a
good
thing
;
and
the
great
delight
I
have
had
in
cold
bathing
during
the
course
of
my
adventurous
career
inclines
me
to
think
that
it
is
better
to
risk
taking
too
much
than
to
content
one
's
self
with
too
little
.
Such
is
my
opinion
,
derived
from
much
experience
;
but
I
put
it
before
my
readers
with
the
utmost
diffidence
and
with
profound
modesty
,
knowing
that
it
may
possibly
jar
with
their
feelings
of
confidence
in
their
own
ability
to
know
and
judge
as
to
what
is
best
and
fittest
in
reference
to
their
own
affairs
.
But
to
return
from
this
digression
,
for
which
I
humbly
crave
forgiveness
.
We
had
not
advanced
on
our
journey
much
above
a
mile
or
so
,
and
were
just
beginning
to
feel
the
pleasant
glow
that
usually
accompanies
vigorous
exercise
,
when
,
on
turning
a
point
that
revealed
to
us
a
new
and
beautiful
cluster
of
islands
,
we
were
suddenly
arrested
by
the
appalling
cry
which
had
so
alarmed
us
a
few
nights
before
.
But
this
time
we
were
by
no
means
so
much
alarmed
as
on
the
previous
occasion
,
because
,
whereas
at
that
time
it
was
night
,
now
it
was
day
;
and
I
have
always
found
,
though
I
am
unable
to
account
for
it
,
that
daylight
banishes
many
of
the
fears
that
are
apt
to
assail
us
in
the
dark
.
On
hearing
the
sound
,
Peterkin
instantly
threw
forward
his
spear
.
"
Now
,
what
can
it
be
?
"
said
he
,
looking
round
at
Jack
.
"
I
tell
you
what
it
is
:
if
we
are
to
go
on
being
pulled
up
in
a
constant
state
of
horror
and
astonishment
,
as
we
have
been
for
the
last
week
,
the
sooner
we
're
out
o
'
this
island
the
better
,
notwithstanding
the
yams
and
lemonade
,
and
pork
and
plums
!
"
Peterkin
's
remark
was
followed
by
a
repetition
of
the
cry
,
louder
than
before
.
"
It
comes
from
one
of
these
islands
,
"
said
Jack
.
