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.
Naponta egyet engedélyeztem magamnak, több mint egy éven át, és még így is közel egy évig kenyér nélkül voltam az első gabonatermés előtt. Hálás lehettem, hogy az elmondott csodával határos módon egyáltalán újra kenyérhez juthattam.