m my sensations, is
very likely to be the case."

The pangs of hunger aroused him. As there was sufficient daylight
remaining, he went down to the rocks and cut off a few more shell-fish.
The task was so hard a one that he did not collect more than he
required. He had slightly improved in the art of cooking them, but he
much wished that he had some pepper and salt to make them more
palatable. They were nearly cooked, when he saw Neptune scampering
along the beach towards him, with something in his mouth. The dog
approaching laid it down at his feet, and Lord Reginald discovered that
it was a beautiful pigeon.

"Is that what you left me for?" he exclaimed, highly delighted, patting
the dog. "This will be far better than those dreadful clams which I
could hardly swallow, and which when swallowed made me feel as if I had
eaten lead."

Neptune wagged his tail, as much as to say, "I am very glad, master, I
have brought you something you like." The puzzle was now how to cook
the bird. At first he thought of putting it in a clam shell to bake.
He had actually placed it on the fire, feathers and all, when he
remembered that it must be plucked. This he did in a somewhat awkward
fashion. Then he recollected seeing pictures of camp fires, with
animals spitted on sticks roasting before them. He selected such from
the heap near him as would serve his purpose. Peeling one with his
knife, he ran it through the bird, then placed it on two forked sticks,
which he stuck in the ground. This done he raked the ashes of the fire
beneath the bird close round it, and began turning his spit with his
hand. It was hot work, and exercised all his patience. At last he saw
that the bird was becoming browner and browner. He was satisfied that
he was cooking it in the right fashion. Neptune lay down with his paws
out, watching the process. Lord Reginald was too hungry to wait, and
taking it off the spit he put it into a clam shell to serve as a dish,
and began eagerly eating it. Though, from being just killed, and
underdone, it was somewhat tough, it afforded him a far more
satisfactory meal than any he had tasted since he had reached the
island. He would have been wise had he reserved a portion for next
morning's breakfast, but without consideration, after he had satisfied
his hunger, he threw the remainder to Neptune, who gobbled it up in a
few seconds.

Being now perfectly dark, having made up his fire he retired to his
cav