LANDING ON THE DESERT ISLAND 7
the tubs and covered it with planks, and left the rest of the fowls to themselves in the hope that they would follow us, the geese and the ducks by water, and the pigeons in the air.
We were waiting for my wife, who joined us loaded with a large bag, which she threw into the tub that already contained little Francis. I imagined that she intended it for him to sit upon, so asked no questions.
In the first tub, at the boat's head, was my wife.
In the second was little Francis, a boy of six years old, remarkable for his sweet disposition.
In the third, Fritz, the eldest, nearly sixteen, a handsome lad, full of intelligence and vivacity.
In the fourth was the barrel of gunpowder, with the cocks and hens and the sail-cloth.
In the fifth, the provisions of every kind.
In the sixth, Jack, my third son, a light-hearted, bold, careless boy, about thirteen years old.
In the seventh, Ernest, the second in age, a boy of fourteen, of a studious disposition, well read and thoughtful, but inclined to be both lazy and greedy.
In the eighth was I myself, holding a pole by which I steered, while I, as well as the others, was provided with an oar to propel the boat. The boys devoured with their eyes the blue land they saw