How we were to get these across the river was another question, which we prepared to discuss during dinner, to which my wife now summoned us.
Our dinner consisted of a dish of crawfish, and some very good rice-milk.

But, before we began, we admired her work.

She had made a pair of bags for the ass, sewed with packthread; but having no large needles, she had been obliged to pierce holes with a nail, a tedious and painful process.

Well satisfied with her success, we turned to our repast, talking of our bridge, which the boys, by anticipation, named the _Nonpareil_.

We then went to work.
There happened to be an old trunk of a tree standing on the shore.