Chapter 73 No.73

Forth from her bosom the young savage drew

A pine torch, strongly girded with gnatoo;

A plantain-leaf o'er all, the more to keep

Its latent sparkle from the sapping deep.140

This mantle kept it dry; then from a nook

Of the same plantain-leaf a flint she took,

A few shrunk withered twigs, and from the blade

Of Torquil's knife st