Ha! it looks magnifique--superb!" The first spoonful produced an expression on Henri's face that needed not to be interpreted.

It was as sour as vinegar.
"Ye'll ha' to eat it yerself, Dick, lad," cried Joe, throwing down his spoon, and spitting out the unsavoury mess.
"Nonsense," cried Dick, bolting two or three mouthfuls, and trying to look as if he liked it.

"Try again; it's not so bad as you think." "Ho-o-o-o-o!" cried Henri, after the second mouthful.

"Tis vinegre.
All de sugare in de pack would not make more sweeter one bite of it." Dick was obliged to confess the dish a failure, so it was thrown out after having been offered to Crusoe, who gave it one sniff and turned away in silence.

Then they mounted and resumed their journey.
At this place mosquitoes and horse-flies troubled our hunters and their steeds a good deal.