They often engage in loud scolding of each other in order to relieve the tedium of their work.

About eleven we land, and eat any meat which may have remained from the previous evening meal, or a biscuit with honey, and drink water.
After an hour's rest we again embark and cower under an umbrella.

The heat is oppressive, and, being weak from the last attack of fever, I can not land and keep the camp supplied with flesh.

The men, being quite uncovered in the sun, perspire profusely, and in the afternoon begin to stop, as if waiting for the canoes which have been left behind.
Sometimes we reach a sleeping-place two hours before sunset, and, all being troubled with languor, we gladly remain for the night.

Coffee again, and a biscuit, or a piece of coarse bread made of maize meal, or that of the native corn, make up the bill of fare for the evening, unless we have been fortunate enough to kill something, when we boil a potful of flesh.