While we thus regaled ourselves, I related to my wife our adventures, and then begged she would remember her promise and tell me all that had happened in my absence. CHAPTER III. The mother relates her adventures--Proposes that we should build a nest--How Jack treated the jackal skin--How the boys were surprised by a bustard--How they found the mangrove tree--How the dogs caught the crabs--We discuss the possibility of making a house in the tree--To bed once more--We start for the wreck--The shark again--Return to land--Franz's crawfish--Bridge building--We pack up--A family removing in patriarchal style--A prickly enemy--Jack shoots it--We reach our new home--Fritz rids our poultry of an enemy--Little Franz finds the figs--Dinner--We prepare materials for our nest--Flamingoes--Roast and tame--The use of trigonometry--A cord carried over the bough--The rope ladder made--We mount our tree--Sleep under the roots--The building of the nest--Retire to roost for the first time. "I will spare you a description," said my wife, "of our first day's occupations; truth to tell, I spent the time chiefly in anxious thought and watching your progress and signals. I rose very early this morning, and with the utmost joy perceiving your signal that all was right, hastened to reply to it, and then, while my sons yet slumbered, I sat down and began to consider how our position could be improved. 'For it is perfectly impossible,' said I to myself, 'to live much longer where we are now. The sun beats burningly the lifelong day on this bare, rocky spot, our only shelter is this poor tent, beneath the canvas of which the heat is even more oppressive than on the open shore. Why should not I and my little boys exert ourselves as well as my husband and Fritz? Why should not we too try to accomplish something useful? If we could but exchange this melancholy and unwholesome abode for a pleasant, shady dwelling place, we should all improve in health and spirits. Among those delightful woods and groves where Fritz and his father saw so many charming things, I feel sure there must be some little retreat where we could establish ourselves comfortably; there must be, and I will find it.'