I had not so much as a pot to boil anything, except a great kettle, which I saved out of the ship, and which was too big for such as I desired it⁠—to make broth, and stew a bit of meat by itself. The second thing I fain would have had was a tobacco-pipe, but it was impossible to me to make one; however, I found a contrivance for that, too, at last. I employed myself in planting my second rows of stakes or piles, and in this wicker-working all the summer or dry season, when another business took me up more time than it could be imagined I could spare.

Sept. 30