There is a beautiful bay in front of us, which appears to invite us ashore.

But the place is inhabited; the shore is strewn with huts, and I can see clumps of the bread-fruit tree growing near them." "What sort of vegetable is the bread-fruit ?" inquired Fritz.
"It is a very excellent thing, and supplies the natives with bread without the intervention of grain, flour-mills, or bakers.

It can be eaten either raw, or baked, or boiled; either way, it is palatable.
The tree itself is like our apple trees; but the fruit is as large as a pine-apple--when it is ripe, it is yellow and soft.

The natives, however, generally gather it before it is ripe; it is then cooked in an oven; the skin is burnt or peeled off--the inside is tender and white, like the crumb of bread or the flour of the potato." "Let me have the telescope an instant," said Fritz; "I should like to see what the natives are like.

Ah, I see a troop of them collecting on shore; some of them seem to be covered with a kind of wrought-steel armor." "Perhaps the descendants of the Crusaders," remarked Jack, "returning from the Holy Land by way of the Pacific Ocean!" "Others wear striped pantaloons," continued Fritz.
"That is to say," observed Willis, "the whole lot of them are as naked as posts.