t the revenue derived from
it will not be spent in a way over which we have no control."

My poor father was alluding at the time to one of the grievances which
the American colonies had already begun to feel very severely. We
hunted in vain, however, for any shrub whose leaves were at all to be
compared with those of the tea-tree of China, though we made several
decoctions which afforded us refreshing beverages.

On the borders of the small lake Kallolo had discovered a large quantity
of wild rice, on which numberless waterfowl fed. We collected an ample
supply of the seed, and found it very useful in lieu of other
farinaceous food. After it had been well stewed, it assisted to
fricassee macaws, parrots, and monkeys, which formed our staple diet.
We had long got over anything like squeamishness as to what we ate; and
it was evident that our food agreed with us, for we were all as fat and
strong as we could desire--indeed, accustomed as we had become to the
life we were leading, no one complained of hardships or scanty fare. We
certainly had to work for our subsistence, and the food did not exactly
drop into our mouths; but we were sure to get it by exerting ourselves.

We caught two more tapirs in our pitfall; but being older than the
first, they showed no inclination to become domesticated, so we were
compelled to kill them, and to cut up and dry their flesh--which, though
rather tough, was not otherwise unpalatable. Notwithstanding the
quantity around him, Tim often sighed for a good fat pig.

"Sure, there's nothing like pork after all; and I wish we could have two
or three fat grunters to keep happy and contented in the corner of our
hut, just as they may be seen in many cabins in the `ould country,'" he
exclaimed one day. "They would remind us of home more than anything
else."

I recollected Tim's remark when, shortly afterwards, he came rushing
in from the direction of our pitfall, exclaiming as he
approached,--"Hurrah! hurrah!--a real `beautiful pig' has been caught;
but the baste looked as if his mind was so ill at ease, that I thought
it prudent not to slip down and help him out; so, if anyone will come
and assist me, sure we'll soon make the beginning of a piggery."

Uncle Paul, Sambo, and I, carrying some rope between us, hastened off to
get out the pig. On reaching the pitfall, Uncle Paul, looking down,
exclaimed,--"It was well, Tim, that you did not jump in to help out your
friend. Just see hi