I kindled a cheerful fire with some dry twigs, put on the pot, filled with water and some squares of portable soup, and left my wife, with Francis for assistant, to prepare dinner.

He took the portable soup for glue, and could not conceive how mamma could make soup, as we had no meat, and there were no butchers' shops here.
Fritz, in the mean time, had loaded our guns.

He took one to the side of the river; Ernest declined accompanying him, as the rugged road was not to his taste; he preferred the sea-shore.

Jack proceeded to a ridge of rocks on the left, which ran towards the sea, to get some muscles.

I went to try and draw the two floating hogsheads on shore, but could not succeed, for our landing-place was too steep to get them up.