The next thing to my ink being wasted was that of my bread—I mean the biscuit which I brought out of the ship; this I had husbanded to the last degree, allowing myself but one cake of bread a-day for above a year; and yet I was quite without bread for near a year before I got any corn of my own, and great reason I had to be thankful that I had any at all, the getting it being, as has been already observed, next to miraculous.
La première chose consommée après mon encre fut le pain, je veux dire le biscuit que j'avais tiré du navire. Je l'avais ménagé avec une extrême réserve, ne m'allouant qu'une seule galette par jour durant à peu près une année.