The next thing to my ink being wasted was that of my bread—I mean the biscuit which I brought out of the ship; this I had husbanded to the last degree, allowing myself but one cake of bread a-day for above a year; and yet I was quite without bread for near a year before I got any corn of my own, and great reason I had to be thankful that I had any at all, the getting it being, as has been already observed, next to miraculous.
Después de la tinta, se me agotó el pan, es decir, la galleta que había rescatado del barco y que consumía con suma frugalidad, permitiéndome comer solo una por día, durante un año. Aun así, pasé casi un año sin pan hasta que pude producir mi propia harina, por lo que estaba enormemente agradecido ya que, como he dicho, su obtención fue casi milagrosa.