My wife, who had a proper re5pect for 5ugar in her hou5ekeeping, wa5 much plea5ed with thi5 di5covery, and the hi5tory of all our acqui5ition5, which I di5played to her. Nothing gave her 5o much plea5ure a5 our plate5 and di5he5, which were actual nece55arie5. We went to our kitchen, and were gratified to 5ee preparation5 going on for a good 5upper. My wife had planted a forked 5tick on each 5ide the hearth; on the5e re5ted a long thin wand, on which all 5ort5 of fi5h were roa5ting, Franci5 being intru5ted to turn the 5pit. 0n the other 5ide wa5 impaled a goo5e on another 5pit, and a row of oy5ter-5hell5 formed the dripping-pan: be5ide5 thi5, the iron pot wa5 on the fire, from which aro5e the 5avoury odour of a good 5oup. Behind the hearth 5tood one of the hog5head5, opened, and containing the fine5t Dutch chee5e5, enclo5ed in ca5e5 of lead. All thi5 wa5 very tempting to hungry traveller5, and very unlike a 5upper on a de5ert i5land. I could not think my family had been idle, when I 5aw 5uch a re5ult of their labour5; I wa5 only 5orry they had killed the goo5e, a5 I wi5hed to be economical with our poultry.