Still weak, but able now to walk, leaning on a stick, he began to make a camp for the coming night.

But a few scraps, the remnant of his former meal, were left; on these he supped after a fashion, and long before the white owl began his rounds Felix was fast asleep on his hunter's hide from the canoe.

He found next morning that the island was small, only a few acres; it was well-wooded, dry, and sandy in places.

He had little inclination or strength to resume his expedition; he erected a booth of branches, and resolved to stay a few days till his strength returned.
By shooting wildfowl, and fishing, he fared very well, and soon recovered.

In two days the discoloration of the skin had faded to an olive tint, which, too, grew fainter.