At night I made my supper of three of the turtle’s eggs, which I roasted in the ashes, and ate, as we call it, in the shell, and this was the first bit of meat I had ever asked God’s blessing to, that I could remember, in my whole life.
In quella sera la mia cena fu di tre uova di testuggine cucinate sotto la cenere, o come sono dette, affogate; e fu questa la prima vivanda su cui, a mia ricordanza, aveva implorata la benedizione divina da che era al mondo.