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And
,
provided
with
a
lentil
,
he
lighted
a
fire
of
dead
wood
that
crackled
joyously
.
During
this
time
,
Conseil
and
I
chose
the
best
fruits
of
the
bread-fruit
.
Some
had
not
then
attained
a
sufficient
degree
of
maturity
;
and
their
thick
skin
covered
a
white
but
rather
fibrous
pulp
.
Others
,
the
greater
number
yellow
and
gelatinous
,
waited
only
to
be
picked
.
These
fruits
enclosed
no
kernel
.
Conseil
brought
a
dozen
to
Ned
Land
,
who
placed
them
on
a
coal
fire
,
after
having
cut
them
in
thick
slices
,
and
while
doing
this
repeating
:
"
You
will
see
,
master
,
how
good
this
bread
is
.
More
so
when
one
has
been
deprived
of
it
so
long
.
It
is
not
even
bread
,
"
added
he
,
"
but
a
delicate
pastry
.
You
have
eaten
none
,
master
?
"
"
No
,
Ned
.
"
"
Very
well
,
prepare
yourself
for
a
juicy
thing
.
If
you
do
not
come
for
more
,
I
am
no
longer
the
king
of
harpooners
.
"
After
some
minutes
,
the
part
of
the
fruits
that
was
exposed
to
the
fire
was
completely
roasted
.
The
interior
looked
like
a
white
pasty
,
a
sort
of
soft
crumb
,
the
flavour
of
which
was
like
that
of
an
artichoke
.
It
must
be
confessed
this
bread
was
excellent
,
and
I
ate
of
it
with
great
relish
.
"
What
time
is
it
now
?
"
asked
the
Canadian
.
"
Two
o’clock
at
least
,
"
replied
Conseil
.
"
How
time
flies
on
firm
ground
!
"
sighed
Ned
Land
.
