"When Heinz returned from his boar-hunt on Floreana, we both had a pleasant surprise. I had made a clean and fairly cosy living-room out of the filthy cave, and he had really got meat.
He held up joyfully the steaming heart of a boar he had shot and at once carved up.”
"Meanwhile we had to clear the bush and plant. I thought anxiously of the future. If we did not soon have a crop we had planted and sown ourselves, we should be obliged in the coming months to live on a basic diet of oranges and wild boars; and even the oranges would not last indefinitely."