I then inquired where he had met with the agouti.

He told me he had been on the other side of the river, "a very different place to this," continued he.

"The shore lies low, and you can have no idea of the number of casks, chests, planks, and all sorts of things the sea has thrown up; shall we go and take possession of them?
And to-morrow, father, we ought to make another trip to the vessel, to look after our cattle.

We might, at least, bring away the cow.

Our biscuit would not be so hard dipped in milk." "And very much nicer," added the greedy Ernest.
"Then," continued Fritz, "beyond the river there is rich grass for pasturage, and a shady wood.