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ROBINSON CRUSOE

For a mile, or thereabouts, my raft went very well—”

ROBINSON CRUSOE
by
DANIEL DEFOE
Pictures by
N. C. WYETH

ROBINSON CRUSOE
by
DANIEL DEFOE
Pictures by
N. C. WYETH

NEW YORK
Cosmopolitan Book Corporation
M C M X X

NYC
Cosmopolitan Publishing
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ILLUSTRATOR’S PREFACE

The universal fame of The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe is second only to the Bible. Notwithstanding its simple narrative style, as well as the absence of the supposedly indispensable love motive, no modern book can boast of such world-wide esteem.

The universal fame of The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe is second only to the Bible. Despite its straightforward storytelling and the lack of a supposedly essential love element, no contemporary book can claim such global recognition.

Written by Daniel Defoe and published in England in 1719 by William Taylor, the Life and Adventures won immediate popularity. Its phenomenal success called forth five reprintings in rapid succession. In the following year came translations into French, German and Dutch, marking the beginning of an unprecedented series of translations into many other languages and dialects.

Written by Daniel Defoe and published in England in 1719 by William Taylor, the Life and Adventures quickly became popular. Its incredible success led to five reprintings in quick succession. The following year saw translations into French, German, and Dutch, marking the start of an extraordinary series of translations into many other languages and dialects.

And now, after two centuries, the story still stands secure and enduring—a monumental human document.

And now, after two hundred years, the story remains strong and lasting—a significant human document.

Hundreds of illustrated editions of The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe have been published, and many more will follow, but I, like most illustrators enthusiastic in their work, have anticipated for years the opportunity which is now offered to me in the present edition.

Hundreds of illustrated editions of The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe have been published, and many more will follow, but I, like most passionate illustrators, have been looking forward to the opportunity presented to me in this edition for years.

The outstanding appeal of this fascinating romance to me personally is the remarkably sustained sensation one enjoys of Crusoe’s contact with the elements—the sea and the sun, the night and the storms, the sand, rocks, vegetation and animal life. In few books can the reader breathe, live and move with his hero so intensely, so easily and so consistently throughout the narrative. In Robinson Crusoe we have it; here is a story that becomes history, history living and moving, carrying with it irresistibly the compelling motive of a lone man’s conquest over what seems to be inexorable Fate.

The captivating charm of this intriguing romance for me personally is the intensely sustained feeling of Crusoe’s interaction with nature—the sea and the sun, the night and the storms, the sand, rocks, plants, and wildlife. In very few books can readers breathe, live, and move with the hero so intensely, effortlessly, and consistently throughout the story. In Robinson Crusoe, we have it; this is a tale that transforms into history, a history that feels alive and dynamic, irresistibly carrying with it the powerful drive of one man's struggle against what appears to be an unstoppable Fate.

Do my pictures add a little to the vividness of this story? Do I aid a little in the clearer vizualization of Robinson Crusoe as he moves about on his sunny island? That is the most I can hope for.

Do my pictures help make this story a bit more vivid? Do I contribute in any way to a clearer visualization of Robinson Crusoe as he moves around on his sunny island? That’s about all I can hope for.

N. C. Wyeth.

N.C. Wyeth

Chadd’s Ford, Pa., 1920.

Chadds Ford, PA, 1920.


CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
PAGE
Robinson's Family—His Runaway Adventure from His Parents 1
CHAPTER II
First Adventures at Sea—Experiencing Maritime Life—Journey to Guinea 8
CHAPTER III
Robinson's Captivity at Sallee—Escape with Xury—Arrival in Brazil 21
CHAPTER IV
He settles in Brazil as a planter—goes on another voyage and gets shipwrecked. 42
CHAPTER V
Robinson ends up on a deserted island and gathers supplies from the shipwreck—he builds his shelter. 61
CHAPTER VI
Robinson Moves All His Wealth, Supplies, and More into His Home—The Gloom of Being Alone—Comforting Thoughts 77
CHAPTER VII
Robinson’s Way of Telling Time—Challenges from Lack of Tools—He Organizes His Home 83
CHAPTER VIII
Robinson’s Journal—Insights on His Household Management and Inventions—Aftermath of an Earthquake 91
CHAPTER IX
Robinson Gets More Items from the Wreck—His Sickness and Struggles 109
CHAPTER X
His Recovery—Finding Comfort in Reading the Scriptures—He Takes a Trip into the Interior of the Island—Creates His “Bower” 120
CHAPTER XI
Robinson Explores His Island—Working on Basket Making 139
CHAPTER XII
He Goes Back to His Cave—His Farming Efforts and Achievements 146
CHAPTER XIII
His Production of Pottery and Devices for Baking Bread 157
CHAPTER XIV
Thinks About Escaping the Island—Builds a Canoe—Fails in His Plan and Accepts His Situation—Creates a New Outfit for Himself 164
CHAPTER XV
He Builds a Smaller Canoe to Try to Sail Around the Island—His Dangerous Situation at Sea—He Comes Back Home 180
CHAPTER XVI
He Raises a Flock of Goats—His Journal—His Home Life and Living Style—Growing Success 192
CHAPTER XVII
Surprising Alarm—Reason for Worry—He Strengthens His Home 203
CHAPTER XVIII
Precautions Against Surprise—Robinson Finds Out That His Island Has Been Visited by Cannibals 215
CHAPTER XIX
Robinson Finds a Cave That Serves as a Shelter from the Savages 229
CHAPTER XX
Another Visit from the Savages—Robinson Sees Them Dancing—He Spots the Wreck of a Ship 240
CHAPTER XXI
He visits the wreck and collects a lot of supplies from it—once again considers leaving the island—has a significant dream. 249
CHAPTER XXII
Robinson saves one of their captives from the savages, whom he names Friday, and makes him his servant. 266
CHAPTER XXIII
Robinson Teaches and Civilizes His Man Friday and Tries to Introduce Him to Christianity 279
CHAPTER XXIV
Robinson and Friday Make a Canoe to Take Them to Friday’s Country—Their Plan Stops When a Group of Savages Arrives 294
CHAPTER XXV
Robinson frees a Spaniard—Friday finds his father—Arrangements made for these new guests, who were later sent to rescue the other Spaniards—An English ship arrives. 310
CHAPTER XXVI
Robinson reveals his identity to the English captain and helps him deal with his mutinous crew, who then submit to him. 335
CHAPTER XXVII
Atkins Pleads with the Captain to Save His Life—The Captain Regains His Ship from the Mutineers, and Robinson Exits the Island 355

THE ILLUSTRATIONS

“For a mile, or thereabouts, my raft went very well—” Frontispiece
FACING
PAGE  
“My father, a wise and grave man, gave me serious and excellent counsel against what he foresaw was my design” 2
“—and making it into a great cross, I set it up on the shore where I first landed—” 84
“All this while I sat upon the ground, very much terrified and dejected” 106
“In the morning I took the Bible; and beginning at the New Testament, I began seriously to read it—” 126
“I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made” 154
“—and thus I every now and then took a little voyage upon the sea” 182
“I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition” 204
“I laid me down flat on my belly on the ground, and began to look for the place” 242
“—and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head” 270
“—we cut and hewed the outside into the true shape of a boat” 302
“—and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury” 312
“At first, for some time I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground” 362

Note. The paintings by Mr. N. C. Wyeth, reproduced in this volume, are fully protected by copyright.

Note. The paintings by Mr. N. C. Wyeth included in this volume are fully protected by copyright.


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ROBINSON CRUSOE

I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name, Crusoe, and so my companions always called me.

I was born in 1632, in the city of York, to a good family, although we weren’t originally from there. My father was a foreigner from Bremen who first settled in Hull. He made a decent living through trade, and after leaving that behind, he lived in York, where he had married my mother. Her family was named Robinson, which is a well-respected name in that area, and that’s why I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but due to the usual way words get changed in England, we’re now called, and we call ourselves, Crusoe, and that’s what my friends always called me.

I had two elder brothers, one of which was lieutenant-colonel to an English regiment of foot in Flanders, formerly commanded by the famous Colonel Lockhart, and was killed at the battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards; what became of my second brother I never knew, any more than my father and mother did know what was become of me.

I had two older brothers. One was a lieutenant colonel in an English infantry regiment in Flanders, previously led by the famous Colonel Lockhart, and he was killed in a battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards. I never learned what happened to my second brother, just like my parents never knew what happened to me.

Being the third son of the family, and not bred to any trade, my head began to be filled very early with rambling thoughts. My father, who was very old, had given me a competent share of learning, as far as house-education and a country free2 school generally goes, and designed me for the law; but I would be satisfied with nothing but going to sea; and my inclination to this led me so strongly against the will, nay, the commands, of my father, and against all the entreaties and persuasions of my mother and other friends, that there seemed to be something fatal in that propension of nature tending directly to the life of misery which was to befall me.

As the third son in the family and not trained for any trade, my mind started wandering with random thoughts from a young age. My father, who was quite old, had given me a decent education, as much as home schooling and a local free school usually provide, and he intended for me to study law. However, I was determined to go to sea instead. My strong desire to do this was so powerful that it went against my father's wishes, as well as the pleas and arguments from my mother and other relatives. It felt like there was something destined about this inclination of mine that was leading straight to a life of hardship.

My father, a wise and grave man, gave me serious and excellent counsel against what he foresaw was my design

My father, a wise and grave man, gave me serious and excellent counsel against what he foresaw was my design. He called me one morning into his chamber, where he was confined by the gout, and expostulated very warmly with me upon this subject. He asked me what reasons more than a mere wandering inclination I had for leaving my father’s house and my native country, where I might be well introduced, and had a prospect of raising my fortunes by application and industry, with a life of ease and pleasure. He told me it was for men of desperate fortunes on one hand, or of aspiring, superior fortunes on the other, who went abroad upon adventures, to rise by enterprise, and make themselves famous in undertakings of a nature out of the common road; that these things were all either too far above me, or too far below me; that mine was the middle state or what might be called the upper station of low life, which he had found by long experience was the best state in the world, the most suited to human happiness, not exposed to the miseries and hardships, the labor and sufferings, of the mechanic part of mankind, and not embarrassed with the pride, luxury, ambition, and envy of the upper part of mankind. He told me I might judge of the3 happiness of this state by this one thing, viz., that this was the state of life which all other people envied; that kings have frequently lamented the miserable consequences of being born to great things, and wished they had been placed in the middle of the two extremes, between the mean and the great; that the wise man gave his testimony to this as the just standard of true felicity, when he prayed to have neither poverty nor riches.

My father, a wise and serious man, gave me solid and valuable advice against what he predicted was my intention. One morning, he called me into his room, where he was stuck because of gout, and passionately talked to me about this issue. He asked me what reasons I had beyond just a fleeting desire for leaving my father’s house and my home country, where I was well-connected and had a chance to improve my fortunes through hard work, living a life of comfort and enjoyment. He explained that only those with desperate fortunes on one side, or those seeking to achieve great fortunes on the other, went off on adventures to make a name for themselves by doing extraordinary things; that these pursuits were either too far above me or too far below me; that my situation was the middle class—or what could be considered the upper level of a lowly life—which he had learned from long experience was the best state in the world, most suited for human happiness. It wasn’t burdened by the struggles and hardships of manual labor, nor trapped in the pride, luxury, ambition, and envy of the upper class. He told me I could gauge the happiness of this state by one simple fact: this was the condition that everyone else envied; that kings often regretted the painful results of being born into greatness, wishing they had been positioned in the middle between the two extremes of wealth; that the wise man affirmed this as the true benchmark for happiness when he prayed to be free from both poverty and riches.

He bid me observe it, and I should always find, that the calamities of life were shared among the upper and lower part of mankind; but that the middle station had the fewest disasters, and was not exposed to so many vicissitudes as the higher or lower part of mankind. Nay, they were not subjected to so many distempers and uneasiness either of body or mind as those were who, by vicious living, luxury, and extravagances on one hand, or by hard labor, want of necessaries, and mean or insufficient diet on the other hand, bring distempers upon themselves by the natural consequences of their way of living; that the middle station of life was calculated for all kind of virtues and all kind of enjoyments; that peace and plenty were the handmaids of a middle fortune; that temperance, moderation, quietness, health, society, all agreeable diversions, and all desirable pleasures, were the blessings attending the middle station of life; that this way men went silently and smoothly through the world, and comfortably out of it, not embarrassed with the labors of the hands or of the head, not sold to the life of slavery for daily bread, or harassed with perplexed circumstances, which rob the soul of peace, and the body of rest; not enraged with the passion of envy, or secret4 burning lust of ambition for great things; but in easy circumstances sliding gently through the world, and sensibly tasting the sweets of living, without the bitter, feeling that they are happy, and learning by every day’s experience to know it more sensibly.

He asked me to notice that the struggles of life are shared by both the rich and the poor; however, those in the middle class face the fewest hardships and aren’t subjected to as many ups and downs as those in higher or lower positions. In fact, they don’t experience as many physical or mental ailments as those who, through reckless living, luxury, and excess on one side, or through hard work, lack of basic needs, and poor diets on the other, bring troubles upon themselves due to their lifestyles. The middle class is suited for all kinds of virtues and pleasures; peace and abundance accompany a moderate fortune. Temperance, moderation, tranquility, health, companionship, enjoyable activities, and all kinds of desirable pleasures are the blessings that come with a middle-class life. In this way, people can move quietly and smoothly through the world and exit comfortably, not weighed down by the burdens of manual or mental labor, not enslaved by the need to earn a living day-to-day, nor troubled by complicated circumstances that steal peace from the soul and rest from the body; not consumed with envy or the burning desire for greatness; but instead, in comfortable situations, gliding gently through life and genuinely savoring the joys of living without the bitterness, aware of their happiness and learning each day to appreciate it more deeply.

After this, he pressed me earnestly, and in the most affectionate manner, not to play the young man, not to precipitate myself into miseries which Nature and the station of life I was born in seemed to have provided against; that I was under no necessity of seeking my bread; that he would do well for me, and endeavor to enter me fairly into the station of life which he had been just recommending to me; and that if I was not very easy and happy in the world it must be my mere fate or fault that must hinder it, and that he should have nothing to answer for, having thus discharged his duty in warning me against measures which he knew would be to my hurt; in a word, that as he would do very kind things for me if I would stay and settle at home as he directed, so he would not have so much hand in my misfortunes, as to give me any encouragement to go away. And to close all, he told me I had my elder brother for an example, to whom he had used the same earnest persuasions to keep him from going into the Low Country wars, but could not prevail, his young desires prompting him to run into the army, where he was killed; and though he said he would not cease to pray for me, yet he would venture to say to me, that if I did take this foolish step, God would not bless me, and I would have leisure hereafter to reflect upon5 having neglected his counsel when there might be none to assist in my recovery.

After that, he urged me sincerely and in the kindest way not to act recklessly or rush into troubles that seemed destined by nature and my circumstances; that I didn't need to struggle for survival; that he would take care of me and help me establish myself in the life he had just suggested; and that if I wasn't feeling happy in the world, it would just be my own fate or choices that kept me from it, and he wouldn’t be responsible since he had done his duty by warning me against actions he knew would harm me. In short, he said that while he would do kind things for me if I stayed and followed his advice, he wouldn’t be implicated in my misfortunes by encouraging me to leave. To wrap it all up, he pointed out that I had my older brother as an example, to whom he had given the same heartfelt advice to prevent him from going to fight in the Low Country wars, but he couldn’t stop him, as his youthful ambitions led him to the army, where he was killed. Even though he said he would continue to pray for me, he felt he had to say that if I took this foolish step, God wouldn’t bless me, and I would have plenty of time later to regret ignoring his advice when I might be without anyone to help me recover.

I observed in this last part of his discourse, which was truly prophetic, though I suppose my father did not know it to be so himself—I say, I observed the tears run down his face very plentifully, and especially when he spoke of my brother who was killed; and that when he spoke of my having leisure to repent, and none to assist me, he was so moved, that he broke off the discourse, and told me, his heart was so full he could say no more to me.

I noticed in this last part of his speech, which was really prophetic, even though I doubt my father realized it— I noticed tears streaming down his face a lot, especially when he talked about my brother who was killed; and when he mentioned that I had time to repent but no one to help me, he was so overwhelmed that he stopped speaking and told me his heart was so full he couldn’t say anything more to me.

I was sincerely affected with this discourse, as, indeed, who could be otherwise; and I resolved not to think of going abroad any more, but to settle at home according to my father’s desire.

I was genuinely moved by this conversation, as honestly, who wouldn't be; and I decided not to think about going away anymore, but to stay home as my father wished.

But alas! a few days wore it all off; and, in short, to prevent any of my father’s farther importunities, in a few weeks after I resolved to run quite away from him. However, I did not act so hastily neither as my first heat of resolution prompted, but I took my mother, at a time when I thought her a little pleasanter than ordinary, and told her, that my thoughts were so entirely bent upon seeing the world, that I should never settle to anything with resolution enough to go through with it, and my father had better give me his consent than force me to go without it; that I was now eighteen years old, which was too late to go apprentice to a trade, or clerk to an attorney; that I was sure if I did, I should never serve out my time, and I should certainly run away from my master before my time was out, and go to sea; and if she would speak to my father6 to let me go but one voyage abroad, if I came home again and did not like it, I would go no more, and I would promise by a double diligence to recover that time I had lost.

But sadly, after a few days, all those feelings faded away; and frankly, to avoid my father's continued pestering, I decided a few weeks later that I would completely run away from him. However, I didn't act as impulsively as my initial surge of determination suggested. I waited until my mother seemed a bit more pleasant than usual and told her that I was so focused on wanting to see the world that I could never settle into anything with enough commitment to stick with it. I felt my father would be better off giving me his permission than forcing me to leave without it. I was now eighteen, which was too late to become an apprentice or a clerk. I was certain that if I did, I wouldn't finish my time, and I would definitely run away from my master before my time was up to go to sea. I asked her to talk to my father and allow me to go on just one voyage abroad; if I returned and didn’t like it, I wouldn’t go again, and I promised I would work extra hard to make up for the time I had lost.

This put my mother into a great passion. She told me, she knew it would be to no purpose to speak to my father upon any such subject; that he knew too well what was my interest to give his consent to anything so much for my hurt, and that she wondered how I could think of any such thing after such a discourse as I had had with my father, and such kind and tender expressions as she knew my father had used to me; and that, in short, if I would ruin myself there was no help for me; but I might depend I should never have their consent to it; that for her part, she would not have so much hand in my destruction, and I should never have it to say that my mother was willing when my father was not.

This really upset my mom. She told me she knew it would be pointless to talk to my dad about anything like that; he understood too well what was in my best interest to agree to anything that would harm me. She couldn’t believe I could think about such a thing after the conversation I had with my dad and the kind and loving things she knew he had said to me. In short, she said if I wanted to ruin myself, there was nothing she could do, but I could be sure that I would never have their approval for it. As for her, she wouldn’t play any part in my downfall, and I would never be able to say that my mom was on board when my dad wasn’t.

Though my mother refused to move it to my father, yet, as I have heard afterwards, she reported all the discourse to him, and that my father, after showing a great concern at it, said to her with a sigh, “That boy might be happy if he would stay at home, but if he goes abroad he will be the miserablest wretch that was ever born: I can give no consent to it.”

Though my mother wouldn’t tell my father about it, I later learned that she shared all the details with him. My father, after expressing great worry, sighed and said to her, “That boy could be happy if he stayed at home, but if he goes away, he will be the most miserable wretch ever born: I can’t agree to it.”

It was not till almost a year after this that I broke loose, though in the meantime I continued obstinately deaf to all proposals of settling to business, and frequently expostulating with my father and mother about their being so positively determined against what they knew my inclinations prompted me to. But being one day at Hull, where I went casually, and without any purpose of making an elopement that time;7 but I say, being there, and one of my companions being going by sea to London, in his father’s ship, and prompting me to go with them, with the common allurement of seafaring men, viz., that it should cost me nothing for my passage, I consulted neither father nor mother any more, nor so much as sent them word of it; but leaving them to hear of it as they might, without asking God’s blessing, or my father’s, without any consideration of circumstances or consequences, and in an ill hour, God knows.

Almost a year later, I finally broke free, even though during that time, I stubbornly ignored all suggestions to settle down and often argued with my parents about their strict opposition to my desires. One day, while I was in Hull, which was just a casual visit with no intention of running away this time, one of my friends was sailing to London in his father's ship and encouraged me to join them. He used the typical lure of sailors—that it wouldn’t cost me anything for the trip. I didn’t consult my parents or even let them know; I left them to find out on their own, without asking for God’s blessing or my father's approval, recklessly disregarding the circumstances or consequences, at a very bad time, as God knows.


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On the 1st of September, 1651, I went on board a ship bound for London. Never any young adventurer’s misfortunes, I believe, began sooner, or continued longer than mine. The ship was no sooner gotten out of the Humber, but the wind began to blow, and the waves to rise in a most frightful manner; and as I had never been at sea before, I was most inexpressibly sick in body, and terrified in my mind. I began now seriously to reflect upon what I had done, and how justly I was overtaken by the judgment of heaven for my wickedness in leaving my father’s house, and abandoning my duty; all the good counsel of my parents, my father’s tears and my mother’s entreaties, came now fresh into my mind, and my conscience, which was not yet come to the pitch of hardness which it has been since, reproached me with the contempt of advice, and the breach of my duty to God and my father.

On September 1, 1651, I boarded a ship headed for London. I don’t think any young adventurer’s misfortunes started as early or lasted as long as mine. As soon as the ship left the Humber, the wind picked up, and the waves grew dangerously high. Having never been at sea before, I felt incredibly sick and scared. I started to seriously think about what I had done and how I was justly facing divine judgment for my wrongdoings in leaving my father’s home and neglecting my responsibilities. All the good advice from my parents, my father’s tears, and my mother’s pleas flooded back to me, and my conscience, which hasn’t felt as tender since, accused me of ignoring their guidance and failing my duty to God and my father.

All this while the storm increased, and the sea, which I had never been upon before, went very high, though nothing like what I have seen many times since; no, nor like what I saw a few days after. But it was enough to affect me then, who was but a young sailor, and had never known anything of the matter. I expected every wave would have swallowed us up, and that every time the ship fell down, as I thought, in the trough9 or hollow of the sea, we should never rise more; and in this agony of mind I made many vows and resolutions, that if it would please God here to spare my life this one voyage, if ever I once got my foot upon dry land again, I would go directly home to my father, and never set it into a ship again while I lived; that I would take his advice, and never run myself into such miseries as these any more. Now I saw plainly the goodness of his observations about the middle station of life, how easy, how comfortably he had lived all his days, and never had been exposed to tempests at sea, or troubles on shore; and I resolved that I would, like a true repenting prodigal, go home to my father.

While all this was happening, the storm got worse, and the sea, which I had never been on before, rose very high, though it was nothing compared to what I've seen many times since, nor to what I experienced a few days later. But it was enough to scare me then, as I was just a young sailor who had never been through anything like it. I thought each wave would engulf us, and that every time the ship dipped down into the trough of the sea, we would never come up again; in this mental torment, I made many promises and decisions that if God would spare my life on this voyage, I would go straight home to my father once I set foot on dry land again, and never step onto a ship for the rest of my life. I decided to listen to his advice and avoid putting myself in such misery again. I clearly saw the wisdom in his thoughts about the middle station of life, how easy and comfortably he had lived all his days, never facing storms at sea or troubles on land; and I resolved that I would, like a truly repentant prodigal, return home to my father.

These wise and sober thoughts continued all the while the storm continued, and indeed some time after; but the next day the wind was abated and the sea calmer, and I began to be a little inured to it. However, I was very grave for all that day, being also a little sea-sick still; but towards night the weather cleared up, the wind was quite over, and a charming fine evening followed; the sun went down perfectly clear, and rose so the next morning; and having little or no wind, and a smooth sea, the sun shining upon it, the sight was, as I thought, the most delightful that ever I saw.

These wise and sober thoughts stayed with me throughout the storm and even for some time after. However, the next day, the wind died down and the sea became calmer, and I started to get used to it a bit. Still, I was quite serious all that day, feeling a bit seasick. But by evening, the weather cleared up, the wind completely stopped, and a lovely fine evening followed. The sun set perfectly clear and rose just as beautifully the next morning. With little to no wind and a smooth sea, the sun shining on it, I thought it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

I had slept well in the night, and was now no more sea-sick but very cheerful, looking with wonder upon the sea that was so rough and terrible the day before, and could be so calm and so pleasant in so little time after. And now lest my good resolutions should continue, my companion, who had indeed enticed me away, came to me: “Well, Bob,” said he, clapping10 me on the shoulder, “how do you do after it? I warrant you were frightened, wa’n’t you, last night, when it blew but a capful of wind?” “A capful, d’you call it?” said I; “’twas a terrible storm.” “A storm, you fool you,” replied he; “do you call that a storm? Why, it was nothing at all; give us but a good ship and sea-room, and we think nothing of such a squall of wind as that; but you’re but a fresh-water sailor, Bob. Come, let us make a bowl of punch, and we’ll forget all that; d’ye see what charming weather ’tis now?” To make short this sad part of my story, we went the old way of all sailors; the punch was made, and I was made drunk with it, and in that one night’s wickedness I drowned all my repentance, all my reflections upon my past conduct, and all my resolutions for my future. In a word, as the sea was returned to its smoothness of surface and settled calmness by the abatement of that storm, so the hurry of my thoughts being over, my fears and apprehensions of being swallowed up by the sea being forgotten, and the current of my former desires returned, I entirely forgot the vows and promises that I made in my distress. I found indeed some intervals of reflection, and the serious thoughts did, as it were, endeavor to return again sometimes; but I shook them off, and roused myself from them as it were from a distemper, and applying myself to drink and company, soon mastered the return of those fits, for so I called them, and I had in five or six days got as complete a victory over conscience as any young fellow that resolved not to be troubled with it could desire. But I was to have another trial for it still; and Providence, as in such cases generally it does, resolved11 to leave me entirely without excuse. For if I would not take this for a deliverance, the next was to be such a one as the worst and most hardened wretch among us would confess both the danger and the mercy.

I had slept well that night and was no longer seasick, feeling cheerful as I looked in amazement at the sea, which had been so rough and scary the day before, and now seemed so calm and pleasant in such a short time. Just as I was trying to maintain my good intentions, my companion, who had really lured me into this situation, approached me: “Well, Bob,” he said, patting me on the shoulder, “how are you feeling after that? I bet you were scared last night when it was just a little windy, right?” “A little windy?” I replied; “that was a terrible storm.” “A storm? You’re such a fool,” he said; “do you really call that a storm? It was nothing; give us a good ship and some space on the sea, and we laugh at a wind like that. But you’re just a fresh-water sailor, Bob. Come on, let’s make a bowl of punch and forget all about it; do you see what beautiful weather it is now?” To cut this sad part of my story short, we followed the usual way of sailors; the punch was made, and I got drunk from it. That one night of indulgence drowned all my regret, all my thoughts about my past behavior, and all my plans for the future. In short, just as the sea returned to its smooth surface and calmness after the storm passed, my chaotic thoughts settled down, and I forgot my fears of being swallowed by the sea and all my earlier desires came rushing back. I did indeed find moments of reflection, with serious thoughts trying to surface from time to time, but I pushed them away and shook them off as if they were an illness. I turned to drinking and socializing, soon conquering those feelings, which I called my fits, and within five or six days, I had achieved a complete victory over my conscience that any young man wanting to avoid it could ever wish for. But I was about to face another test; and as often happens in such cases, fate decided to leave me with no excuse. If I didn’t see this as a chance for redemption, the next would be one that even the most hardened wretch among us would acknowledge as both a danger and a mercy.

The sixth day of our being at sea we came into Yarmouth Roads; the wind having been contrary and the weather calm, we had made but little way since the storm. Here we were obliged to come to an anchor, and here we lay, the wind continuing contrary, viz., at south-west, for seven or eight days, during which time a great many ships from Newcastle came into the same roads, as the common harbor where the ships might wait for a wind for the river.

On the sixth day of being at sea, we arrived at Yarmouth Roads. The wind had been against us and the weather was calm, so we hadn't made much progress since the storm. We had to anchor here and ended up staying for seven or eight days with the wind still against us, blowing from the southwest. During this time, many ships from Newcastle came into the same harbor, waiting for the right wind to head up the river.

We had not, however, rid here so long, but should have tided it up the river, but that the wind blew too fresh; and after we had lain four or five days, blew very hard. However, the roads being reckoned as good as a harbor, the anchorage good, and our ground-tackle very strong, our men were unconcerned, and not in the least apprehensive of danger, but spent the time in rest and mirth, after the manner of the sea; but the eighth day in the morning the wind increased, and we had all hands at work to strike our top-masts, and make everything snug and close, that the ship might ride as easy as possible. By noon the sea went very high indeed, and our ship rid forecastle in, shipped several seas, and we thought once or twice our anchor had come home; upon which our master ordered out the sheet-anchor, so that we rode with two anchors ahead, and the cables veered out to the bitter end.

We hadn’t been anchored here for long, but we should have moved up the river if the wind hadn’t been so strong; after lying still for four or five days, it picked up a lot. Still, since the roads were considered as good as a harbor, the anchorage was solid, and our equipment was very strong, our crew felt relaxed and not worried about any danger. They spent their time resting and having fun, like sailors do. However, on the morning of the eighth day, the wind picked up again, and we had everyone on deck to take down the top masts and secure everything tightly so the ship could ride as smoothly as possible. By noon, the sea became really rough, and our ship was facing the waves, taking on quite a bit of water. We thought a couple of times that our anchor might be coming loose, so the captain ordered out the secondary anchor, allowing us to ride with two anchors ahead, with the cables let out as far as they would go.

By this time it blew a terrible storm indeed, and now I12 began to see terror and amazement in the faces even of the seamen themselves. The master, though vigilant to the business of preserving the ship, yet as he went in and out of his cabin by me, I could hear him softly to himself say several times, “Lord be merciful to us, we shall be all lost, we shall be all undone”; and the like. During these first hurries I was stupid, lying still in my cabin, which was in the steerage, and cannot describe my temper; I could ill re-assume the first penitence, which I had so apparently trampled upon, and hardened myself against; I thought the bitterness of death had been past, and that this would be nothing too, like the first. But when the master himself came by me, as I said just now, and said we should be all lost, I was dreadfully frightened; I got up out of my cabin, and looked out. But such a dismal sight I never saw; the sea went mountains high, and broke upon us every three or four minutes; when I could look about, I could see nothing but distress round us. Two ships that rode near us we found had cut their masts by the board, being deep laden; and our men cried out, that a ship which rode about a mile ahead of us was foundered. Two more ships being driven from their anchors, were run out of the roads to sea at all adventures, and that with not a mast standing. The light ships fared the best, as not so much laboring in the sea; but two or three of them drove, and came close by us, running away with only their sprit-sail out before the wind.

By this time, a terrible storm had hit, and I began to see fear and amazement on the faces of the crew. The captain, while focused on keeping the ship safe, kept muttering to himself as he went in and out of his cabin, "Lord, have mercy on us, we’re all going to be lost, we’re all doomed," and similar phrases. During those initial moments of chaos, I felt numb, lying still in my cabin, which was in the steerage, and I can't really describe my feelings; I could hardly bring myself to feel the remorse I had previously tried to suppress. I thought I had already faced the worst and that this would also pass, just like the first time. But when the captain walked by me and said we were all going to perish, I was terrified; I got up and looked outside. But what a dreadful sight it was; the waves were towering high and crashing over us every few minutes. As I looked around, all I could see was despair everywhere. Two ships nearby had cut their masts to lighten their load; our crew shouted that a ship about a mile ahead of us had capsized. Two more ships, driven from their anchors, had been swept out to sea without a mast standing. The lighter ships fared better, as they weren’t struggling as much in the waves, but two or three were still blown close to us, sailing away with only their sprit-sail out in the wind.

Toward evening the mate and boatswain begged the master of our ship to let them cut away the fore-mast, which he was very unwilling to. But the boatswain protesting to him that13 if he did not the ship would founder, he consented; and when they had cut away the fore-mast, the main-mast stood so loose, and shook the ship so much, they were obliged to cut her away also, and make a clear deck.

Toward evening, the first mate and the boatswain urged the captain of our ship to let them cut away the foremast, which he was hesitant to do. However, the boatswain insisted that if he didn't, the ship would sink, so the captain agreed. After they cut away the foremast, the mainmast became so unstable and shook the ship so much that they had to cut it away as well, clearing the deck completely.

Any one may judge what a condition I must be in at all this, who was but a young sailor, and who had been in such a fright before at but a little. But if I can express at this distance the thoughts I had about me at that time, I was in tenfold more horror of mind upon account of my former convictions, and the having returned from them to the resolutions I had wickedly taken at first, than I was at death itself; and these, added to the terror of the storm, put me into such a condition, that I can by no words describe it. But the worst was not come yet; the storm continued with such fury, that the seamen themselves acknowledged they had never known a worse.

Anyone can imagine what kind of state I must have been in at all this, being just a young sailor who had been frightened at much less before. But if I can share the thoughts I had back then, I was ten times more terrified because of my earlier beliefs and the fact that I had gone back to the bad decisions I had made initially, more than I was about death itself; and these fears, combined with the panic of the storm, put me in a state that I can't describe with words. But the worst was still to come; the storm raged on with such intensity that even the sailors admitted they had never experienced anything worse.

We had a good ship, but she was deep laden, and wallowed in the sea, that the seamen every now and then cried out she would founder. It was my advantage in one respect, that I did not know what they meant by founder till I inquired.

We had a good ship, but she was heavily loaded and struggled in the sea, so the crew kept shouting that she would sink. It was beneficial for me in one way that I didn’t know what they meant by sink until I asked.

However, the storm was so violent, that I saw what is not often seen, the master, the boatswain, and some others more sensible than the rest, at their prayers, and expecting every moment that the ship would go to the bottom. In the middle of the night, and under all the rest of our distresses, one of the men that had been down on the purpose to see cried out we had sprung a leak; another said there was four foot of water in the hold. Then all hands were called to the pump. At that very word my heart, as I thought, died within me, and I fell backwards14 upon the side of my bed where I sat, into the cabin. However, the men roused me, and told me, that I, that was able to do nothing before, was as well able to pump as another; at which I stirred up and went to the pump and worked very heartily. While this was doing, the master seeing some light colliers, who, not able to ride out the storm, were obliged to slip and run away to sea, and would come near us, ordered to fire a gun as a signal of distress. I, who knew nothing what that meant, was so surprised that I thought the ship had broke, or some dreadful thing had happened. In a word, I was so surprised that I fell down in a swoon. As this was a time when everybody had his own life to think of, nobody minded me, or what was become of me; but another man stepped up to the pump, and thrusting me aside with his foot, let me lie, thinking I had been dead; and it was a great while before I came to myself.

However, the storm was so intense that I witnessed something rarely seen: the captain, the boatswain, and a few others more sensible than the rest were praying, expecting at any moment that the ship would sink. In the middle of the night, amid all our troubles, one of the men who had gone down below to check shouted that we had sprung a leak; another said there was four feet of water in the hold. Then everyone was called to the pump. Just hearing that made my heart feel like it stopped, and I fell back onto the side of my bed where I was sitting, into the cabin. However, the men brought me back to my senses and told me that I, who had been unable to do anything before, was just as able to pump as anyone else; so I got up and went to the pump and worked really hard. While this was happening, the captain saw some light collier ships that, unable to withstand the storm, had to cut loose and sail away. He instructed us to fire a cannon as a distress signal. I, not knowing what that meant, was so startled that I thought the ship had broken or something terrible had happened. In short, I was so shocked that I fainted. Since everyone was occupied thinking about their own survival, no one paid attention to me or noticed what had happened; another man stepped up to the pump and, pushing me aside with his foot, left me there, believing I was dead, and it took a long time before I came to.

We worked on, but the water increasing in the hold, it was apparent that the ship would founder, and though the storm began to abate a little, yet as it was not possible she could swim till we might run into a port, so the master continued firing guns for help; and a light ship, who had rid it out just ahead of us, ventured a boat out to help us. It was with the utmost hazard the boat came near us, but it was impossible for us to get on board, or for the boat to lie near the ship’s side, till at last the men rowing very heartily, and venturing their lives to save ours, our men cast them a rope over the stern with a buoy to it, and then veered it out a great length, which they after great labor and hazard took hold of, and we hauled them close15 under our stern, and got all into their boat. It was to no purpose for them or us after we were in the boat to think of reaching to their own ship, so all agreed to let her drive, and only to pull her in towards shore as much as we could, and our master promised them that if the boat was staved upon shore he would make it good to their master; so partly rowing and partly driving, our boat went away to the norward, sloping towards the shore almost as far as Winterton Ness.

We continued to work, but as the water rose in the hold, it became clear that the ship would sink. Even though the storm started to calm down a bit, it was impossible for the ship to stay afloat until we could reach a port. So the captain kept firing guns for help. A nearby light ship, which had just weathered the storm ahead of us, sent out a boat to assist us. It was extremely risky for the boat to come near us, but we couldn’t get on board or have the boat stay close to the ship’s side. Eventually, the rowers, putting their lives on the line to save ours, our crew threw them a rope over the stern attached to a buoy, and after a lot of effort and danger, they managed to grab it. We pulled them close under our stern and all got into their boat. Once we were in the boat, it made no sense for us or them to try to reach their own ship, so everyone agreed to let it drift and just pull it toward shore as much as possible. Our captain promised them that if the boat got damaged on the shore, he would make it right with their captain. So, partly rowing and partly letting the current take us, the boat headed north, moving toward the shore almost as far as Winterton Ness.

We were not much more than a quarter of an hour out of our ship but we saw her sink, and then I understood for the first time what was meant by a ship foundering in the sea. I must acknowledge I had hardly eyes to look up when the seamen told me she was sinking; for from that moment they rather put me into the boat than that I might be said to go in; my heart was as it were dead within me, partly with fright, partly with horror of mind and the thoughts of what was yet before me.

We were barely a quarter of an hour away from our ship when we saw her sink, and that’s when I truly understood what it meant for a ship to go down in the sea. I have to admit I could hardly bring myself to look up when the crew told me she was sinking; from that moment, they practically put me in the boat instead of saying I walked in. My heart felt like it was dead inside me, partly from fear, partly from horror and the thoughts of what lay ahead.

While we were in this condition, the men yet laboring at the oar to bring the boat near the shore, we could see, when, our boat mounting the waves, we were able to see the shore, a great many people running along the shore to assist us when we should come near. But we made but slow way towards the shore, nor were we able to reach the shore, till being past the lighthouse at Winterton, the shore falls off to the westward towards Cromer, and so the land broke off a little the violence of the wind. Here we got in, and though not without much difficulty got all safe on shore, and walked afterwards on foot to Yarmouth, where, as unfortunate men, we were used with great humanity as well by the magistrates of the town, who16 assigned us good quarters, as by particular merchants and owners of ships, and had money given us sufficient to carry us either to London or back to Hull, as we thought fit.

While we were in this situation, the men still rowing to get the boat closer to the shore, we could see, when our boat rose with the waves, that there were a lot of people running along the shore to help us when we got near. But we were making slow progress towards the shore, and we couldn’t reach it until we passed the lighthouse at Winterton, where the land curves westward toward Cromer, which eased the intensity of the wind a bit. Here we got in, and although it was not without a lot of challenges, we finally made it safely to the shore and later walked to Yarmouth on foot. As unfortunate as we were, we were treated with great kindness both by the town's magistrates, who found us good accommodations, and by various merchants and ship owners, who gave us enough money to get to either London or back to Hull, whichever we preferred.

Had I now had the sense to have gone back to Hull and have gone home, I had been happy, and my father, an emblem of our blessed Savior’s parable, had even killed the fatted calf for me; for hearing the ship I went away in was cast away in Yarmouth Road, it was a great while before he had any assurance that I was not drowned.

If I had been smart enough to return to Hull and go home, I would have been happy, and my father, a symbol of our blessed Savior’s parable, would have even killed the fatted calf for me. After hearing that the ship I left on was wrecked in Yarmouth Road, it took him a long time to be sure that I wasn’t drowned.

But my ill-fate pushed me on now with an obstinacy that nothing could resist; and though I had several times loud calls from my reason and my more composed judgment to go home, yet I had no power to do it. I know not what to call this, nor will I urge that it is a secret overruling decree that hurries us on to be the instruments of our own destruction, even though it be before us, and that we rush upon it with our eyes open. Certainly nothing but some such decreed unavoidable misery attending, and which it was impossible for me to escape, could have pushed me forward against the calm reasonings and persuasions of my most retired thoughts, and against two such visible instructions as I had met with in my first attempt.

But my bad luck pushed me forward with a determination that nothing could stop; and even though I often had strong urges from my reason and clearer judgment to go home, I just couldn’t make myself do it. I don’t know what to call this, nor will I argue that it’s some secret, unavoidable fate that drives us to be the architects of our own downfall, even when it’s right in front of us, and we charge toward it with our eyes wide open. Clearly, nothing but some predetermined and inescapable misery could have pushed me ahead against the calm reasoning and advice of my deepest thoughts, and against two clear warnings that I encountered during my first attempt.

My comrade, who had helped to harden me before, and who was the master’s son, was now less forward than I. The first time he spoke to me after we were at Yarmouth, which was not till two or three days, for we were separated in the town to several quarters—I say, the first time he saw me, it appeared his tone was altered, and looking very melancholy and shaking his head, asked me how I did, and telling his father who17 I was, and how I had come this voyage only for a trial in order to get farther abroad, his father turning to me with a very grave and concerned tone, “Young man,” said he, “you ought never to go to sea any more, you ought to take this for a plain and visible token, that you are not to be a seafaring man.” “Why, sir,” said I, “will you go to sea no more?” “That is another case,” said he; “it is my calling, and therefore, my duty; but as you made this voyage for a trial, you see what a taste Heaven has given you of what you are to expect if you persist; perhaps this is all befallen us on your account, like Jonah in the ship of Tarshish. Pray,” continued he, “what are you? and on what account did you go to sea?” Upon that I told him some of my story, at the end of which he burst out with a strange kind of passion. “What had I done,” said he, “that such an unhappy wretch should come into my ship? I would not set my foot in the same ship with thee again for a thousand pounds.” This indeed was, as I said, an excursion of his spirits, which were yet agitated by the sense of his loss, and was farther than he could have authority to go. However, he afterwards talked very gravely to me, exhorted me to go back to my father, and not tempt Providence to my ruin; told me I might see a visible hand of Heaven against me. “And, young man,” said he, “depend upon it, if you do not go back, wherever you go you will meet with nothing but disasters and disappointments, till your father’s words are fulfilled upon you.”

My companion, who had previously helped toughen me up and was the master’s son, was now less confident than I was. The first time he spoke to me after we arrived in Yarmouth, which wasn’t until two or three days later since we were separated in town, I noticed that his tone had changed. Looking very sad and shaking his head, he asked how I was doing and then told his father who I was and that I had come on this voyage just to see what it was like before going further abroad. His father turned to me with a serious and concerned tone and said, “Young man, you should never go to sea again; take this as a clear sign that you aren’t meant to be a seafaring man.” “But, sir,” I replied, “don’t you plan to go to sea anymore?” “That’s a different matter,” he said. “It’s my job, and therefore my duty; but since you made this voyage just to try it out, you see what a taste Heaven has given you of what to expect if you keep at it. Perhaps this has all happened because of you, like Jonah in the ship to Tarshish. By the way,” he continued, “who are you, and why did you go to sea?” I then shared some of my story, and at the end of it, he suddenly reacted with a strange kind of anger. “What did I do,” he exclaimed, “for such an unfortunate person to come aboard my ship? I wouldn’t set foot in the same ship as you again for a thousand pounds.” This was indeed an outburst driven by his emotions as he still felt the weight of his loss, and it was more than he had the right to express. Nevertheless, he later spoke to me quite seriously, urging me to return to my father and not tempt fate into leading me to ruin. He told me I could see a clear sign from Heaven against me. “And, young man,” he said, “count on it, if you don’t go back, wherever you go, you’ll run into nothing but disasters and disappointments until your father’s words come true for you.”

We parted soon after; for I made him little answer, and I saw him no more; which way he went, I know not. As18 for me, having some money in my pocket, I travelled to London by land; and there, as well as on the road, had many struggles with myself what course of life I should take, and whether I should go home, or go to sea.

We said our goodbyes shortly after; I barely replied to him, and I didn't see him again. I don't know which direction he took. As for me, with some money in my pocket, I traveled to London by land. There, both on the way and once I arrived, I wrestled with myself about what path to choose—whether to go home or to go to sea.

As to going home, shame opposed the best motions that offered to my thoughts; and it immediately occurred to me how I should be laughed at among the neighbors, and should be ashamed to see, not my father and mother only, but even everybody else; from whence I have since often observed how incongruous and irrational the common temper of mankind is, especially of youth, to that reason which ought to guide them in such cases, viz., that they are not ashamed to sin, and yet are ashamed to repent; not ashamed of the action for which they ought justly to be esteemed fools, but are ashamed of the returning, which only can make them be esteemed wise men.

When it came to going home, shame blocked the best thoughts in my mind. I immediately thought about how the neighbors would laugh at me, and I felt embarrassed to see not just my parents, but everyone else too. Since then, I’ve often noticed how inconsistent and irrational people's attitudes are, especially young people, compared to the reason that should guide them in situations like this. They aren’t ashamed of their sins but are embarrassed to repent; they don't feel ashamed of actions that make them look foolish, yet they feel shame about returning to the right path, which is the only thing that would make them seem wise.

In this state of life, however, I remained some time, uncertain what measures to take, and what course of life to lead. An irresistible reluctance continued to going home; and as I stayed a while, the remembrance of the distress I had been in wore off; and as that abated, the little motion I had in my desires to return wore off with it, till at last I quite laid aside the thoughts of it, and looked out for a voyage.

In this phase of my life, I stayed for a while, unsure of what steps to take and what direction to pursue. I felt an overwhelming reluctance to go home, and as I lingered, the memories of my earlier distress faded away. As those feelings diminished, my desire to return lessened until eventually, I completely set aside the idea and started looking for a voyage instead.

That evil influence which carried me first away from my father’s house, that hurried me into the wild and indigested notion of raising my fortune, and that impressed those conceits so forcibly upon me as to make me deaf to all good advice, and to the entreaties and even command of my father—I say, the same influence, whatever it was, presented the19 most unfortunate of all enterprises to my view; and I went on board a vessel bound to the coast of Africa, or, as our sailors vulgarly call it, a voyage to Guinea.

That negative influence that first led me away from my father's home, that pushed me into the reckless idea of trying to improve my fortune, and that filled my mind with those notions so strongly that I ignored all good advice, as well as my father’s pleas and even commands—I mean, that same influence, whatever it was, presented to me the most unfortunate of all ventures; and I boarded a ship bound for the coast of Africa, or, as our sailors commonly refer to it, a voyage to Guinea.19

It was my great misfortune that in all these adventures I did not ship myself as a sailor, whereby, though I might indeed have worked a little harder than ordinary, yet at the same time I had learned the duty and office of a foremast man, and in time might have qualified myself for a mate or lieutenant, if not for a master. But as it was always my fate to choose for the worse, so I did here; for having money in my pocket, and good clothes upon my back, I would always go on board in the habit of a gentleman; and so I neither had any business in the ship, or learned to do any.

It was my great misfortune that throughout all these adventures, I never signed up as a sailor. Even though I might have had to work a bit harder than usual, I would have learned the duties and responsibilities of a foremast man, and over time, I could have prepared myself to be a mate or lieutenant, if not a captain. But since I always seemed to choose the worse option, I did so here as well; because I had money in my pocket and nice clothes on my back, I would always board the ship dressed like a gentleman. As a result, I had no role on the ship and didn’t learn how to do anything.

It was my lot first of all to fall into pretty good company in London, which does not always happen to such loose and misguided young fellows as I then was; the devil generally not omitting to lay some snare for them very early; but it was not so with me. I first fell acquainted with the master of a ship who had been on the coast of Guinea, and who, having had very good success there, was resolved to go again; and who, taking a fancy to my conversation, which was not at all disagreeable at that time, hearing me say I had a mind to see the world, told me if I would go the voyage with him I should be at no expense; I should be his messmate and his companion; and if I could carry anything with me, I should have all the advantage of it that the trade would permit, and perhaps I might meet with some encouragement.

I was fortunate to find myself in pretty good company in London, which doesn't always happen to young guys like I was back then; before long, trouble usually finds them. But that wasn't the case for me. I met the captain of a ship who had been to the coast of Guinea, and after doing well there, he planned to go back. He liked our conversation, which wasn’t bad at that time, and when he heard I wanted to see the world, he offered me a spot on his voyage at no cost. I would be his messmate and companion, and if I could bring anything along, I would get all the perks the trade allowed, and maybe even some extra support.

I embraced the offer, and, entering into a strict friendship20 with this captain, who was an honest and plain-dealing man, I went the voyage with him, and carried a small adventure with me, which, by the disinterested honesty of my friend the captain, I increased very considerably, for I carried about £40 in such toys and trifles as the captain directed me to buy. This £40 I had mustered together by the assistance of some of my relations whom I corresponded with, and who, I believe, got my father, or at least my mother, to contribute so much as that to my first adventure.

I accepted the offer, and, forming a close friendship20 with this captain, who was straightforward and genuine, I went on the voyage with him. I brought a small stash of goods with me, which, thanks to my friend the captain's selfless honesty, I ended up significantly increasing, as I carried about £40 worth of various items that the captain suggested I buy. I had put together this £40 with help from some of my relatives, who I kept in touch with, and I believe they got my father, or at least my mother, to contribute that amount to my first adventure.

This was the only voyage which I may say was successful in all my adventures, and which I owe to the integrity and honesty of my friend the captain; under whom also I got a competent knowledge of the mathematics and the rules of navigation, learned how to keep an account of the ship’s course, take an observation, and, in short, to understand some things that were needful to be understood by a sailor. For, as he took delight to introduce me, I took delight to learn; and, in a word, this voyage made me both a sailor and a merchant; for I brought home five pounds nine ounces of gold dust for my adventure, which yielded me in London at my return almost £300, and this filled me with those aspiring thoughts which have since so completed my ruin.

This was the only journey I can say was successful in all my adventures, and I owe it to the integrity and honesty of my friend the captain; under whom I also gained a solid knowledge of math and navigation, learned how to keep track of the ship’s course, take readings, and, in short, understand the important things a sailor needs to know. He loved to teach me, and I loved to learn; and, in the end, this voyage made me both a sailor and a merchant. I brought back five pounds nine ounces of gold dust from my expedition, which got me nearly £300 when I returned to London, and this filled me with ambitious thoughts that ultimately led to my downfall.

Yet even in this voyage I had my misfortunes too; particularly, that I was continually sick, being thrown into a violent fever by the excessive heat of the climate; our principal trading being upon the coast, from the latitude of 15 degrees north even to the line itself.

Yet even on this journey, I faced my own challenges; in particular, I was constantly ill, suffering from a severe fever caused by the extreme heat of the climate; our main trading took place along the coast, from 15 degrees north latitude all the way to the equator itself.


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I was now set up for a Guinea trader; and my friend, to my great misfortune, dying soon after his arrival, I resolved to go the same voyage again, and I embarked in the same vessel with one who was his mate in the former voyage, and had now got the command of the ship. This was the unhappiest voyage, that ever man made; for though I did not carry quite £100 of my new-gained wealth, so that I had £200 left, and which I lodged with my friend’s widow, who was very just to me, yet I fell into terrible misfortunes in this voyage; and the first was this, viz., our ship making her course toward the Canary Islands, or rather between those islands and the African shore, was surprised in the gray of the morning by a Turkish rover of Sallee, who gave chase to us with all the sail she could make. We crowded also as much canvas as our yards would spread, or our masts carry, to have got clear; but finding the pirate gained upon us, and would certainly come up with us in a few hours, we prepared to fight, our ship having twelve guns, and the rogue eighteen. About three in the afternoon he came up with us, and bringing to, by mistake, just athwart our quarter, instead of athwart our stern, as he intended, we brought eight of our guns to bear on that side,22 and poured in a broadside upon him, which made him sheer off again, after returning our fire and pouring in also his small-shot from near 200 men which he had on board. However, we had not a man touched, all our men keeping close. He prepared to attack us again, and we to defend ourselves; but laying us on board the next time upon our other quarter, he entered sixty men upon our decks, who immediately fell to cutting and hacking the decks and rigging. We plied them with small-shot, half-pikes, powder-chests, and such like, and cleared our deck of them twice. However, to cut short this melancholy part of our story, our ship being disabled, and three of our men killed and eight wounded, we were obliged to yield, and were carried all prisoners into Sallee, a port belonging to the Moors.

I was now set up as a Guinea trader; and my friend, unfortunately, died shortly after he arrived. I decided to take the same journey again and boarded the same ship, now commanded by his former mate. This turned out to be the worst voyage anyone could have. I didn’t take much of my newly acquired wealth, about £100, which left me with £200 that I entrusted to my friend’s widow, who was fair to me. Still, I faced terrible misfortunes on this journey. The first happened when our ship, headed towards the Canary Islands—or rather between those islands and the African coast—was ambushed in the early morning by a Turkish pirate from Sallee, who chased us with all speed. We also set all our sails, trying to escape, but when we saw the pirate gaining on us, we prepared to fight. Our ship had twelve cannons, while theirs had eighteen. Around three in the afternoon, they caught up with us, and due to a mistake, they positioned themselves across our side instead of directly behind us. We managed to bring eight of our guns to bear on that side and fired a broadside, forcing them to pull back after they fired back at us with small arms from nearly 200 men on board. Fortunately, none of our crew were hit as everyone kept close. They prepared to attack again while we got ready to defend ourselves; however, the next time they boarded us from the other side, they sent sixty men onto our decks, who immediately began cutting and damaging our deck and rigging. We fought back with small arms, half-pikes, powder kegs, and the like, managing to clear our deck of them twice. To cut this sad part of our story short, our ship was badly damaged, and with three of our men dead and eight wounded, we had no choice but to surrender and were taken as prisoners to Sallee, a port belonging to the Moors.

The usage I had there was not so dreadful as at first I apprehended, nor was I carried up the country to the emperor’s court, as the rest of our men were, but was kept by the captain of the rover as his proper prize, and made his slave, being young and nimble, and fit for his business. At this surprising change of my circumstances from a merchant to a miserable slave, I was perfectly overwhelmed; and now I looked back upon my father’s prophetic discourse to me, that I should be miserable, and have none to relieve me, which I thought was now so effectually brought to pass, that it could not be worse; that now the hand of Heaven had overtaken me, and I was undone without redemption. But alas; this was but a taste of the misery I was to go through, as will appear in the sequel of this story.

The situation I found myself in there wasn’t as terrible as I initially thought, nor was I taken upcountry to the emperor’s court like the others, but was kept by the captain of the ship as his own prize and made his slave, since I was young, agile, and suited for his needs. This shocking shift in my life from being a merchant to a wretched slave left me completely overwhelmed; I reflected on my father’s prophetic words that I would be miserable and have no one to help me, which I now believed had come true in such a way that it couldn't get any worse. I thought that the hand of fate had seized me, and I was lost without hope. But unfortunately, this was just a preview of the hardships I would endure, as will become clear in the rest of this story.

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As my new patron, or master, had taken me home to his house, so I was in hopes that he would take me with him when he went to sea again, believing that it would some time or other be his fate to be taken by a Spanish or Portuguese man-o-war; and that then I should be set at liberty. But this hope of mine was soon taken away; for when he went to sea, he left me on shore to look after his little garden, and do the common drudgery of slaves about his house; and when he came home again from his cruise, he ordered me to lie in the cabin to look after the ship.

As my new boss had brought me to his house, I hoped he would take me with him when he went to sea again, thinking that one day he’d be captured by a Spanish or Portuguese warship; and then I would be free. But that hope didn’t last long; when he set sail, he left me on land to take care of his small garden and do the usual chores of a slave around his house. When he returned from his voyage, he instructed me to stay in the cabin to take care of the ship.

Here I meditated nothing but my escape, and what method I might take to effect it, but found no way that had the least probability in it. Nothing presented to make the supposition of it rational; for I had nobody to communicate it to that would embark with me, no fellow-slave, no Englishman, Irishman, or Scotsman there but myself; so that for two years, though I often pleased myself with the imagination, yet I never had the least encouraging prospect of putting it in practice.

Here, I focused solely on my escape and what method I could use to make it happen, but I didn't see any way that seemed likely to work. Nothing came to mind that made the idea seem reasonable; I had no one to share it with who would join me—no fellow slave, no Englishman, Irishman, or Scotsman but myself. So, for two years, even though I often entertained the idea, I never had any real hope of actually putting it into action.

After about two years an odd circumstance presented itself, which put the old thought of making some attempt for my liberty again in my head. My patron lying at home longer than usual without fitting out his ship, which, as I heard, was for want of money, he used constantly, once or twice a week, sometimes oftener, if the weather was fair, to take the ship’s pinnace, and go out into the road a-fishing; and as he always took me and a young Maresco with him to row the boat, we made him very merry, and I proved very dexterous in catching24 fish; insomuch, that sometimes he would send me with a Moor, one of his kinsmen, and the youth the Maresco, as they called him, to catch a dish of fish for him.

After about two years, something unusual happened that got me thinking about trying for my freedom again. My boss was staying home longer than usual without sending his ship out, which I heard was because he didn't have enough money. He regularly took the ship's small boat to go fishing, usually once or twice a week, and sometimes more if the weather was nice. He always took me and a young Moor with him to row the boat, and we made him really happy. I was quite skilled at catching fish, to the point that sometimes he would send me with a Moor, one of his relatives, and the young Moor, as they called him, to catch a good haul of fish for him.

It happened one time that, going a-fishing in a stark calm morning, a fog rose so thick, that though we were not half a league from the shore we lost sight of it; and rowing we knew not whither or which way, we labored all day, and all the next night, and when the morning came we found we had pulled off to sea instead of pulling in for the shore; and that we were at least two leagues from the shore. However, we got well in again, though with a great deal of labor, and some danger, for the wind began to blow pretty fresh in the morning; but particularly we were all very hungry.

One time, while we were fishing on a perfectly calm morning, a fog rolled in so thick that, even though we were less than half a mile from the shore, we lost sight of it completely. As we rowed, we had no idea where we were going, and we worked hard all day and through the night. When morning came, we realized we had ended up out at sea instead of heading back to shore; we were at least two miles away. Still, we managed to get back, though it took a lot of effort and was somewhat risky since the wind picked up a bit in the morning. Plus, we were all really hungry.

But our patron, warned by this disaster, resolved to take more care of himself for the future; and having lying by him the long-boat of our English ship which he had taken, he resolved he would not go a-fishing any more without a compass and some provisions; so he ordered the carpenter of his ship, who also was an English slave, to build a little state-room, or cabin, in the middle of the long-boat, like that of a barge, with a place to stand behind it to steer and haul home the main-sheet, and room before for a hand or two to stand and work the sails. She sailed with what we call a shoulder-of-mutton sail; and the boom jibed over the top of the cabin, which lay very snug and low, and had in it room for him to lie, with a slave or two, and a table to eat on, with some small lockers to put in some bottles of such liquor as he thought fit to drink; particularly his bread, rice, and coffee.

But our patron, warned by this disaster, decided to take better care of himself in the future. Since he had the longboat from our English ship that he had taken, he made up his mind not to go fishing anymore without a compass and some supplies. So, he instructed the carpenter of his ship, who was also an English slave, to build a small state-room or cabin in the middle of the longboat, similar to that of a barge, with a spot behind it to steer and haul in the main-sheet, and space in front for a few hands to work the sails. It sailed with what we call a shoulder-of-mutton sail, and the boom swung over the top of the cabin, which was snug and low, providing room for him to lie down with a slave or two, a table to eat at, and some small lockers to store bottles of drinks he deemed appropriate, especially his bread, rice, and coffee.

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We went frequently out with this boat a-fishing, and as I was most dexterous to catch fish for him, he never went without me. It happened that he had appointed to go out in this boat, either for pleasure or for fish, with two or three Moors of some distinction in that place, and for whom he had provided extraordinarily; and had therefore sent on board the boat overnight a larger store of provisions than ordinary; and had ordered me to get ready three fusees with powder and shot, which were on board his ship, for that they designed some sport of fowling as well as fishing.

We often went out on this boat to fish, and since I was really good at catching fish for him, he never went without me. One time, he planned to go out on the boat, either for fun or to fish, with two or three well-known Moors from the area, for whom he had made special preparations. He had also sent a larger supply of food on board the boat the night before, and instructed me to get three guns with ammunition that were on his ship, because they intended to have some fun hunting as well as fishing.

I got all things ready as he had directed, and waited the next morning with the boat, washed clean, her ancient and pendants out, and everything to accommodate his guests; when by and by my patron came on board alone, and told me his guests had put off going, upon some business that fell out, and ordered me with the man and boy, as usual, to go out with the boat and catch them some fish, for that his friends were to sup at his house; and commanded that as soon as I had got some fish I should bring it home to his house; all which I prepared to do.

I got everything ready as he directed and waited the next morning with the boat, cleaned up, her sails set, and everything to accommodate his guests. Eventually, my patron came on board alone and told me his guests had postponed their visit due to some unexpected business. He asked me, along with the man and boy, as usual, to take the boat out and catch some fish since his friends were going to have dinner at his house. He ordered that as soon as I had caught some fish, I should bring it back to his house, so I got everything prepared to do that.

This moment my former notions of deliverance darted into my thoughts, for now I found I was like to have a little ship at my command; and my master being gone I prepared to furnish myself, not for a fishing business, but for a voyage; though I knew not, neither did I so much as consider, whither I should steer; for anywhere, to get out of that place, was my way.

This moment, my old ideas of escape rushed into my mind, because I realized I was about to have a small boat at my disposal. With my master gone, I got ready to equip myself, not for fishing, but for a journey. I had no idea where I would head, nor did I really think about it; anywhere away from that place was good enough for me.

My first contrivance was to make a pretence to speak to26 this Moor, to get something for our subsistence on board; for I told him we must not presume to eat of our patron’s bread. He said that was true; so he brought a large basket of rusk or biscuit of their kind, and three jars with fresh water, into the boat. I knew where my patron’s case of bottles stood, which it was evident by the make were taken out of some English prize; and I conveyed them into the boat while the Moor was on shore, as if they had been there before for our master.

My first plan was to act like I needed to talk to this Moor to get something for us to eat on board; I told him we shouldn't take our patron's food. He agreed, so he brought a big basket of rusk or biscuits and three jars of fresh water into the boat. I knew where my patron's case of bottles was, which clearly came from some English prize, and I slipped them into the boat while the Moor was still onshore, pretending they had been there the whole time for our master.

I conveyed also a great lump of beeswax into the boat, which weighed above half a hundredweight, with a parcel of twine or thread, a hatchet, a saw, and a hammer, all which were of great use to us afterwards, especially the wax to make candles. Another trick I tried upon him, which he innocently came into also. His name was Ismael, who they call Muly, or Moely; so I called to him, “Moely,” said I, “our patron’s guns are on board the boat; can you not get a little powder and shot? It may be we may kill some alcamies (a fowl like our curlews) for ourselves for I know he keeps the gunner’s stores in the ship.” “Yes,” said he, “I’ll bring some”; and accordingly he brought a great leather pouch which held about a pound and a half of powder, or rather more; and another with shot, that had five or six pounds with some bullets, and put all into the boat. At the same time I had found some powder of my master’s in the great cabin, with which I filled one of the large bottles in the case, which was almost empty, pouring what was in it into another; and thus furnished with everything needful, we sailed out of the port to fish. The castle, which is at the entrance of the port, knew who we were, and took no notice27 of us; and we were not above a mile out of the port before we hauled in our sail, and set us down to fish. The wind blew from the N.N.E., which was contrary to my desire; for had it blown southerly I had been sure to have made the coast of Spain, and at least reached to the bay of Cadiz; but my resolutions were, blow which way it would, I would be gone from the horrid place where I was, and leave the rest to Fate.

I also brought a big chunk of beeswax onto the boat, which weighed more than 100 pounds, along with a bundle of twine, a hatchet, a saw, and a hammer—all of which were really useful to us later, especially the wax for making candles. I tried another trick on him, which he naively fell for too. His name was Ismael, but they called him Muly or Moely; so I said to him, “Moely, our patron’s guns are on the boat; can you get some gunpowder and shot? We might be able to hunt some alcamies (a bird similar to our curlews) for ourselves since I know he keeps the gunner’s supplies on the ship.” “Sure,” he replied, “I’ll bring some”; and he came back with a large leather pouch that held about a pound and a half of powder, or maybe a bit more; and another pouch with shot that had around five or six pounds along with some bullets, which he put all in the boat. At the same time, I had found some of my master’s powder in the big cabin, and I filled one of the large bottles in the case, which was almost empty, pouring what was in it into another. With everything we needed, we sailed out of the port to go fishing. The castle at the entrance of the port recognized us and didn’t bother us; and we were not more than a mile out of the port before we took in our sail and settled down to fish. The wind was blowing from the N.N.E., which wasn’t what I wanted; if it had been blowing from the south, I would have definitely reached the coast of Spain and at least made it to the bay of Cadiz. But no matter which way the wind blew, I was determined to leave the horrible place where I was and let fate take care of the rest.

After we had fished some time and caught nothing, for when I had fish on my hook I would not pull them up, that he might not see them, I said to the Moor, “This will not do; our master will not be thus served; we must stand farther off.” He, thinking no harm, agreed, and being in the head of the boat set the sails; and as I had the helm I run the boat out near a league farther, and then brought her to as if I would fish; when giving the boy the helm, I stepped forward to where the Moor was, and making as if I stooped for something behind him, I took him by surprise with my arm under his twist, and tossed him clear overboard into the sea. He rose immediately, for he swam like a cork, and called to me, begged to be taken in, told me he would go all the world over with me.

After we had fished for a while without catching anything, since I didn't want the Moor to see the fish on my hook, I said to him, "This isn't working; our master won't be happy with this. We need to move farther away." He, thinking it was fine, agreed. As he was at the front of the boat setting the sails, I took the helm and steered the boat out nearly a league farther. Then I stopped as if I was going to fish. When I handed the helm to the boy, I moved to where the Moor was. Pretending to bend down for something behind him, I caught him off guard, grabbed him by his waist, and tossed him straight overboard into the sea. He popped up right away because he swam like a cork and called out to me, begging to be let back in, saying he would travel anywhere with me.

He swam so strong after the boat, that he would have reached me very quickly, there being but little wind; upon which I stepped into the cabin, and fetching one of the fowling-pieces, I presented it at him, and told him I had done him no hurt, and if he would be quiet I would do him none. “But,” said I, “you swim well enough to reach to the shore, and the sea is calm; make the best of your way to shore, and I will do you no harm; but if you come near the boat I’ll shoot you through the28 head, for I am resolved to have my liberty.” So he turned himself about, and swam for the shore, and I make no doubt but he reached it with ease, for he was an excellent swimmer.

He was swimming strong after the boat, and he would have reached me quickly since there was hardly any wind. So, I went into the cabin, grabbed one of the shotguns, aimed it at him, and told him I hadn't harmed him, and if he stayed calm, I wouldn’t. “But,” I said, “you swim well enough to get to shore, and the sea is calm; make your way to shore, and I won't hurt you. But if you come near the boat, I’ll shoot you in the head because I’m determined to have my freedom.” So, he turned around and swam toward the shore, and I have no doubt he made it easily since he was a great swimmer.

I could have been content to have taken this Moor with me, and have drowned the boy, but there was no venturing to trust him. When he was gone I turned to the boy, whom they called Xury, and said to him, “Xury, if you will be faithful to me I’ll make you a great man; but if you will not stroke your face to be true to me,” that is, swear by Mahomet and his father’s beard, “I must throw you into the sea too.” The boy smiled in my face, and spoke so innocently, that I could not mistrust him, and swore to be faithful to me, and go all over the world with me.

I could have been happy to have taken this Moor with me and drowned the boy, but I couldn’t risk trusting him. Once he was gone, I turned to the boy they called Xury and said, “Xury, if you’ll be loyal to me, I’ll make you a great man. But if you won’t swear to be true to me,” meaning to swear by Mahomet and his father's beard, “I’ll have to throw you into the sea too.” The boy smiled at me and spoke so sincerely that I couldn't doubt him. He promised to be loyal and to go all over the world with me.

While I was in view of the Moor who was swimming, I stood out directly to sea with the boat, rather stretching to windward, that they might think me gone toward the straits’ mouth (as indeed any one that had been in their wits must have been supposed to be); for who would have supposed we would sail on to the southward to the truly barbarian coast, where whole nations of negroes were sure to surround us with their canoes, and destroy us; where we could ne’er once go on shore but we should be devoured by savage beasts, or more merciless savages of human kind?

While I was watching the Moor swim, I moved the boat directly out to sea, pushing against the wind, so they would think I was heading toward the entrance of the strait (which anyone in their right mind would have assumed); who would guess we would sail south to the truly wild coast, where whole groups of black people would surely surround us with their canoes and wipe us out? Where we could never set foot on land without being devoured by wild animals or even more ruthless human savages?

But as soon as it grew dusk in the evening, I changed my course, and steered directly south and by east, bending my course a little toward the east, that I might keep in with the shore; and having a fair, fresh gale of wind, and a smooth, quiet sea, I made such sail that I believed by the next day at three29 o’clock in the afternoon, when I first made the land, I could not be less than 150 miles south of Sallee; quite beyond the Emperor of Morocco’s dominions, or indeed of any other king thereabouts, for we saw no people.

But as soon as night fell, I changed my course and headed directly south and slightly east, adjusting my path a bit towards the east to stay close to the shore. With a strong, fresh breeze and a calm sea, I sailed so well that I figured by the next day at 329 in the afternoon, when I first spotted land, I would be at least 150 miles south of Sallee; well beyond the Emperor of Morocco's territory or any other king nearby, since we saw no one around.

Yet such was the fright I had taken at the Moors, and the dreadful apprehensions I had of falling into their hands, that I would not stop, or go on shore, or come to anchor, the wind continuing fair, till I had sailed in that manner five days; and then the wind shifting to the southward, I concluded also that if any of their vessels were in chase of me, they also would now give over; so I ventured to make to the coast, and came to an anchor in the mouth of a little river, I knew not what, or where; neither what latitude, what country, what nation, or what river. I neither saw, or desired to see, any people; the principal thing I wanted was fresh water. We came into this creek in the evening, resolving to swim to shore as soon as it was dark, and discover the country; but as soon as it was quite dark we heard such dreadful noises of the barking, roaring, and howling of wild creatures, of we knew not what kinds, that the poor boy was ready to die with fear, and begged of me not to go on shore till day. “Well, Xury,” said I, “then I won’t; but it may be we may see men by day, who will be as bad to us as those lions.” “Then we give them the shoot gun,” said Xury, laughing; “make them run away.” Such English Xury spoke by conversing among us slaves. However, I was glad to see the boy so cheerful, and I gave him a dram (out of our patron’s case of bottles) to cheer him up. After all, Xury’s advice was good, and I took it; we dropped30 our little anchor and lay still all night. I say still, for we slept none; for in two or three hours we saw vast great creatures (we knew not what to call them) of many sorts come down to the sea-shore and run into the water, wallowing and washing themselves for the pleasure of cooling themselves; and they made such hideous howlings and yellings, that I never indeed heard the like.

Yet I was so scared by the Moors and so terrified of getting caught by them that I wouldn’t stop, go ashore, or anchor, with the wind still in my favor, until I had sailed that way for five days. When the wind shifted to the south, I figured that if any of their boats were pursuing me, they would have given up by now. So, I decided to head for the coast and dropped anchor at the mouth of a small river, which I didn’t recognize at all—no idea of its location, country, nationality, or even what river it was. I didn’t want to see anyone; all I really needed was fresh water. We entered this creek in the evening, planning to swim to shore as soon as it got dark to explore the area, but as soon as it was completely dark, we heard terrifying sounds of barking, growling, and howling from wild animals we couldn’t identify. The poor boy was so frightened he almost lost it and pleaded with me not to go ashore until morning. “Alright, Xury,” I said, “I won’t; but we might run into people by day who could be as dangerous as those lions.” “Then we give them the shotgun,” laughed Xury, “and make them run away.” Xury picked up some English from us slaves. Still, I was glad to see the boy so upbeat, so I gave him a drink from our patron’s collection of bottles to lift his spirits. In the end, Xury’s suggestion was sensible, so I took it. We dropped our small anchor and stayed put for the night. I say “stayed put” because we didn’t sleep; after two or three hours, we saw huge creatures—things we didn’t even have names for—coming down to the shore and splashing about in the water to cool off. They made such awful howling and screaming that I had never heard anything like it before.

Xury was dreadfully frightened, and indeed so was I too; but we were both more frightened when we heard one of these mighty creatures come swimming towards our boat; we could not see him, but we might hear him by his blowing to be a monstrous huge and furious beast. Xury said it was a lion, and it might be so for aught I know; but poor Xury cried to me to weigh the anchor and row away. “No,” says I, “Xury; we can slip our cable with the buoy to it, and go off to sea; they cannot follow us far.” I had no sooner said so, but I perceived the creature (whatever it was) within two oars’ length, which something surprised me; however, I immediately stepped to the cabin door, and taking up my gun, fired at him, upon which he immediately turned about and swam towards the shore again.

Xury was extremely scared, and honestly, so was I; but we were both even more terrified when we heard one of these huge creatures swimming toward our boat. We couldn't see it, but we could hear it blowing, and it sounded like a massive, furious beast. Xury said it was a lion, and I couldn't argue with him; but poor Xury begged me to weigh the anchor and row away. “No,” I said, “Xury; we can slip our cable with the buoy attached and head out to sea; they can't follow us too far.” As soon as I said that, I noticed the creature (whatever it was) was just two oars' lengths away, which surprised me. Still, I quickly went to the cabin door, took my gun, and shot at it, causing it to immediately turn around and swim back to the shore.

But it is impossible to describe the horrible noises, and hideous cries and howlings, that were raised, as well upon the edge of the shore as higher within the country, upon the noise or report of the gun, a thing I have some reason to believe those creatures had never heard before. This convinced me that there was no going on shore for us in the night upon that coast; and how to venture on shore in the day was31 another question too; for to have fallen into the hands of any of the savages, had been as bad as to have fallen into the hands of lions and tigers; at least we were equally apprehensive of the danger of it.

But it’s impossible to describe the terrible sounds and horrifying cries and howls that were raised, both along the shore and deeper inland, in response to the gunfire, which I have good reason to believe those creatures had never heard before. This made me realize that going ashore at night on that coast was not an option for us; figuring out how to safely land during the day was another issue altogether. Falling into the hands of any of the savages would have been just as dangerous as encountering lions and tigers; at the very least, we were equally afraid of the risk.

Be that as it would, we were obliged to go on shore somewhere or other for water, for we had not a pint left in the boat; when or where to get to it, was the point. Xury said if I would let him go on shore with one of the jars, he would find if there was any water and bring some to me. I asked him why he should go? why I should not go and he stay in the boat? The boy answered with so much affection, that made me love him ever after. Said he, “If wild mans come, they eat me, you go way.” “Well, Xury,” said I, “we will both go; and if the wild mans come, we will kill them, they shall eat neither of us.” So I gave Xury a piece of rusk bread to eat, and a dram out of our patron’s case of bottles which I mentioned before; and we hauled in the boat as near the shore as we thought was proper, and so waded to shore, carrying nothing but our arms and two jars for water.

As it turned out, we had to go ashore somewhere for water because we didn't have a drop left in the boat; the question was when and where to get it. Xury said that if I let him go ashore with one of the jars, he would find some water and bring it back to me. I asked him why he should go instead of me staying in the boat. The boy replied with such affection that it made me love him even more. He said, “If wild men come, they’ll eat me, you can get away.” I said, “Well, Xury, we’ll both go; and if wild men come, we’ll fight them off, so they won’t eat either of us.” I gave Xury a piece of rusk bread to eat and a shot from our patron’s case of bottles that I mentioned before; then we pulled the boat as close to the shore as we thought was safe and waded to shore, taking nothing but our weapons and two jars for water.

I did not care to go out of sight of the boat, fearing the coming of canoes with savages down the river; but the boy seeing a low place about a mile up the country, rambled to it; and by and by I saw him come running towards me. I thought he was pursued by some savage, or frightened with some wild beast, and I ran towards him to help him; but when I came nearer to him, I saw something hanging over his shoulders, which was a creature that he had shot, like a hare, but different in color, and longer legs. However, we were very glad32 of it, and it was very good meat; but the great joy that poor Xury came with was to tell me he had found good water, and had seen no wild mans.

I didn’t want to lose sight of the boat because I was worried about canoes with savages coming down the river. But the boy spotted a low area about a mile inland and wandered over to it. Eventually, I saw him running back toward me. I thought he was being chased by a savage or scared by a wild animal, so I ran to help him. But as I got closer, I saw something hanging over his shoulders—it was an animal he had shot, a bit like a hare but a different color and with longer legs. We were really happy about it; it was great meat. However, the best news that poor Xury brought me was that he had found good water and hadn’t seen any wild men.

But we found afterwards that we need not take such pains for water, for a little higher up the creek where we were we found the water fresh when the tide was out, which flowed but a little way up; so we filled our jars, and feasted on the hare we had killed, and prepared to go on our way, having seen no footsteps of any human creature in that part of the country.

But we discovered later that we didn't have to work so hard for water, because a bit further up the creek where we were, we found fresh water when the tide was out, which only flowed a short distance. So we filled our jars, enjoyed the hare we had hunted, and got ready to continue on our journey, having seen no signs of any humans in that area.

As I had been one voyage to this coast before, I knew very well that the islands of the Canaries, and the Cape de Verde Islands also, lay not far off from the coast. But as I had no instruments to take an observation to know what latitude we were in, and did not exactly know, or at least remember, what latitude they were in, I knew not where to look for them, or when to stand off to sea towards them; otherwise I might now easily have found some of these islands. But my hope was, that if I stood along this coast till I came to that part where the English traded, I should find some of their vessels upon their usual design of trade, that would relieve and take us in.

Since I had been to this coast before, I knew that the Canary Islands and the Cape Verde Islands were not far off. But since I didn’t have any instruments to figure out our latitude and didn’t remember exactly where those islands were, I wasn’t sure where to look for them or when to venture out to sea to find them; otherwise, I could have easily located some of those islands. My hope was that if I followed this coast until I reached the area where the English traded, I would spot some of their ships engaged in trade, which could rescue us or take us on board.

By the best of my calculation, that place where I now was must be that country which, lying between the Emperor of Morocco’s dominions and the negroes, lies waste and uninhabited, except by wild beasts; the negroes having abandoned it and gone farther south for fear of the Moors, and the Moors not thinking it worth inhabiting, by reason of its barrenness; and indeed both forsaking it because of the prodigious numbers of tigers, lions, leopards, and other furious creatures which33 harbor there; so that the Moors use it for their hunting only, where they go like an army, two or three thousand men at a time; and indeed for near an hundred miles together upon this coast we saw nothing but a waste uninhabited country by day, and heard nothing but howlings and roarings of wild beasts by night.

According to my best calculations, the place I currently am must be that country situated between the Emperor of Morocco’s territories and the Africans, which is desolate and uninhabited, except for wild animals. The Africans have left it and moved further south out of fear of the Moors, while the Moors don’t find it worth living in due to its barrenness. In fact, both groups have abandoned it because of the huge numbers of tigers, lions, leopards, and other fierce creatures that live there. The Moors only use it for hunting, and they go there like a military force, with two or three thousand men at a time. For nearly a hundred miles along this coast, we saw nothing but empty land during the day and heard only the howls and roars of wild animals at night.

Once or twice in the daytime I thought I saw the Pico of Teneriffe, being the high top of the Mountain Teneriffe in the Canaries, and had a great mind to venture out, in hopes of reaching thither; but having tried twice, I was forced in again by contrary winds, the sea also going too high for my little vessel; so I resolved to pursue my first design, and keep along the shore.

Once or twice during the day, I thought I spotted the Peak of Tenerife, which is the high point of Mount Tenerife in the Canary Islands, and really wanted to go out there in hopes of reaching it. However, after trying twice, I had to turn back due to unfavorable winds, and the sea was too rough for my small boat. So, I decided to stick with my original plan and stay along the shore.

Several times I was obliged to land for fresh water after we had left this place; and once in particular, being early in the morning, we came to an anchor under a little point of land which was pretty high; and the tide beginning to flow, we lay still to go farther in. Xury, whose eyes were more about him than it seems mine were, called softly to me, and told me that we had best go farther off the shore; “For,” said he, “look, yonder lies a dreadful monster on the side of that hillock fast asleep.” I looked where he pointed, and saw a dreadful monster indeed, for it was a terrible great lion that lay on the side of the shore, under the shade of a piece of the hill that hung as it were a little over him. “Xury,” said I, “you shall go on shore and kill him.” Xury looked frightened, and said, “Me kill! he eat me at one mouth”; one mouthful he meant. However, I said no more to the boy, but bade him lie still, and34 I took our biggest gun, which was almost musket-bore, and loaded it with a good charge of powder, and with two slugs, and laid it down; then I loaded another gun with two bullets; and the third (for we had three pieces) I loaded with five smaller bullets. I took the best aim I could with the first piece to have shot him into the head, but he lay so with his leg raised a little above his nose, that the slugs hit his leg about the knee, and broke the bone. He started up growling at first, but finding his leg broke, fell down again, and then got up upon three legs and gave the most hideous roar that ever I heard. I was a little surprised that I had not hit him on the head. However, I took up the second piece immediately, and, though he began to move off, fired again, and shot him into the head, and had the pleasure to see him drop, and make but little noise, but lay struggling for life. Then Xury took heart, and would have me let him go on shore. “Well, go,” said I; so the boy jumped into the water, and taking a little gun in one hand, swam to shore with the other hand, and coming close to the creature, put the muzzle of the piece to his ear, and shot him into the head again, which despatched him quite.

Several times I had to stop for fresh water after we left this place, and once in particular, early in the morning, we anchored near a small point of land that was quite high. As the tide started to rise, we stayed put to go a bit further in. Xury, who seemed to be more observant than I was, quietly told me that we should move farther off the shore. “Because,” he said, “look, there’s a scary monster sleeping on that little hill.” I looked where he pointed and saw a frightening sight: a huge lion lying by the shore under the shade of a rock that leaned over him. “Xury,” I said, “you should go on shore and kill him.” Xury looked scared and said, “Me kill! He eat me in one bite,” meaning just one mouthful. I didn’t say anything more to the boy; I just told him to stay still. I took our largest gun, which was almost the size of a musket, loaded it with a good amount of powder and two slugs, and set it down. Then I loaded another gun with two bullets, and for the third one (since we had three guns), I loaded it with five smaller bullets. I aimed as best as I could at his head, but since he lay with his leg raised slightly above his nose, the slugs hit his leg around the knee and broke the bone. He sprang up growling at first, but then realizing his leg was broken, he fell down again. He then got up on three legs and let out the most terrible roar I’d ever heard. I was a bit surprised I hadn’t hit him in the head. I immediately grabbed the second gun, and even though he started to move away, I fired again and shot him in the head, enjoying the sight of him dropping down quietly while struggling for life. Then Xury gathered his courage and wanted to go on shore. “Alright, go,” I said; so the boy jumped into the water, took a small gun in one hand, and swam to the shore with the other. Once close to the creature, he put the muzzle of the gun to its ear and shot it in the head again, which finished it off completely.

This was game indeed to us, but this was no food; and I was very sorry to lose three charges of powder and shot upon a creature that was good for nothing to us. However, Xury said he would have some of him; so he comes on board, and asked me to give him the hatchet. “For what, Xury?” said I. “Me cut off his head,” said he. However, Xury could not cut off his head, but he cut off a foot, and brought it with him, and it was a monstrous great one.

This was definitely a game to us, but it wasn't food; and I was really upset to waste three rounds of powder and shot on a creature that was useless to us. However, Xury said he wanted some of it, so he came on board and asked me to give him the hatchet. “For what, Xury?” I asked. “I want to chop off its head,” he said. However, Xury couldn't chop off its head, but he did manage to cut off a foot and brought it with him, and it was an enormous one.

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I bethought myself, however, that perhaps the skin of him might one way or other be of some value to us; and I resolved to take off his skin if I could. So Xury and I went to work with him; but Xury was much the better workman at it, for I knew very ill how to do it. Indeed, it took us up both the whole day, but at last we got off the hide of him, and spreading it on the top of our cabin, the sun effectually dried it in two days’ time, and it afterwards served me to lie upon.

I thought to myself that maybe his skin could be useful to us, so I decided to try and take it off. Xury and I got to work on it, but Xury was much better at it because I didn’t really know what I was doing. It took us the whole day, but eventually, we managed to remove the hide. We spread it out on top of our cabin, and the sun dried it completely in two days. I ended up using it to lie on afterwards.

After this stop we made on to the southward continually for ten or twelve days, living very sparing on our provisions, which began to abate very much, and going no oftener into the shore than we were obliged to for fresh water. My design in this was to make the river Gambia or Senegal—that is to say, anywhere about the Cape de Verde—where I was in hopes to meet with some European ship; and if I did not, I knew not what course I had to take, but to seek out for the islands or perish there among the negroes. I knew that all the ships from Europe, which sailed either to the coast of Guinea or to Brazil, or to the East Indies, made this cape, or those islands; and in a word, I put the whole of my fortune upon this single point, either that I must meet with some ship, or must perish.

After this stop, we continued southward for about ten to twelve days, living very frugally on our provisions, which were running low, and only going ashore when we had to for fresh water. My plan was to reach either the Gambia or Senegal River—that is, anywhere near Cape Verde—where I hoped to encounter some European ship. If I didn’t, I didn’t know what to do next but search for the islands or die among the locals. I knew that all ships from Europe heading to either the coast of Guinea, Brazil, or the East Indies passed by this cape or those islands; so, I was putting my entire fortune on this one chance: either I would find a ship, or I would perish.

When I had pursued this resolution about ten days longer, as I have said, I began to see that the land was inhabited; and in two or three places, as we sailed by, we saw people stand upon the shore to look at us; we could also perceive they were quite black, and stark naked. I was once inclined to have gone on shore to them; but Xury was my better councilor, and said to me, “No go, no go.” However, I hauled in nearer the shore36 that I might talk to them, and I found they ran along the shore by me a good way. I observed they had no weapons in their hands, except one, who had a long slender stick, which Xury said was a lance, and that they would throw them a great way with good aim. So I kept at a distance, but talked with them by signs as well as I could, and particularly made signs for something to eat; they beckoned to me to stop my boat, and that they would fetch me some meat. Upon this I lowered the top of my sail, and lay by, and two of them ran up into the country, and in less than half-an-hour came back, and brought with them two pieces of dried flesh and some corn, such as is the produce of their country; but we neither knew what the one or the other was. However, we were willing to accept it, but how to come at it was our next dispute, for I was not for venturing on shore to them, and they were as much afraid of us; but they took a safe way for us all, for they brought it to the shore and laid it down, and went and stood a great way off till we fetched it on board, and then came close to us again.

After I had been focused on this plan for about ten more days, as I mentioned earlier, I started to see that the land was inhabited. In a couple of places, as we sailed past, we saw people standing on the shore watching us. I noticed they were completely black and totally naked. I thought about going ashore to meet them, but Xury advised against it, saying “No go, no go.” Still, I steered closer to the shore so I could talk to them, and I saw they ran along the beach next to us for a while. I noticed they had no weapons, except for one person who had a long, thin stick that Xury said was a lance, which they could throw quite far with good aim. So I kept my distance but tried to communicate with them as best I could, especially making gestures for something to eat. They motioned for me to stop my boat and said they would bring me some meat. So, I lowered the sail and stayed put while two of them ran inland. In less than half an hour, they returned with two pieces of dried meat and some corn, which were local food items; however, we didn’t know what they were. We were eager to accept the food, but figuring out how to get it was our next issue, as I didn’t want to go ashore and they were equally wary of us. In the end, they found a safe way for everyone, as they brought the food to the shore and placed it down. Then they stood back a good distance until we managed to bring it on board before they approached us again.

We made signs of thanks to them, for we had nothing to make them amends. But an opportunity offered that very instant to oblige them wonderfully; for while we were lying by the shore came two mighty creatures, one pursuing the other (as we took it) with great fury from the mountains towards the sea; whether it was the male pursuing the female, or whether they were in sport or in rage, we could not tell, any more than we could tell whether it was usual or strange, but I believe it was the latter: because, in the first place, those ravenous creatures seldom appear but in the night; and in the second place,37 we found the people terribly frightened, especially the women.

We showed our gratitude to them since we had nothing to offer as repayment. But at that very moment, an incredible opportunity presented itself to help them; while we were resting by the shore, two massive creatures came charging down from the mountains towards the sea, one chasing the other furiously. We couldn't tell if it was a male chasing a female or if they were just playing or fighting, but I think it was the latter. For one, these vicious creatures usually only appear at night, and for another, we noticed that the local people were really scared, especially the women.

The man that had the lance or dart did not fly from them but the rest did; however, as the two creatures ran directly into the water, they did not seem to offer to fall upon any of the negroes, but plunged themselves into the sea, and swam about, as if they had come for their diversion. At last, one of them began to come nearer our boat than at first I expected; but I lay ready for him, for I had loaded my gun with all possible expedition, and bade Xury load both the others. As soon as he came fairly within my reach, I fired, and shot him directly into the head; immediately he sunk down into the water, but rose instantly, and plunged up and down, as if he was struggling for life, and so indeed he was. He immediately made to the shore; but between the wound, which was his mortal hurt, and the strangling of the water, he died just before he reached the shore.

The man with the spear or dart didn't run away from them, but the others did. However, as the two creatures ran straight into the water, they didn’t seem to attack any of the Black men; instead, they dove into the sea and swam around, as if they were just having fun. Eventually, one of them started coming closer to our boat than I expected, but I was ready for him because I had quickly loaded my gun and told Xury to load the other two. As soon as he got within my range, I fired and hit him right in the head; he immediately sank into the water but surfaced right away, thrashing around as if he was fighting for his life, and he truly was. He headed for the shore, but between the wound, which was fatal, and the struggle against the water, he died just before reaching the beach.

It is impossible to express the astonishment of these poor creatures, at the noise and the fire of my gun; some of them were even ready to die for fear, and fell down as dead with the very terror. But when they saw the creature dead, and sunk in the water, and that I made signs to them to come to the shore, they took heart and came to the shore, and began to search for the creature. I found him by his blood staining the water: and by the help of a rope, which I slung round him, and gave the negroes to haul, they dragged him on the shore, and found that it was a most curious leopard, spotted, and fine to an admirable degree; and the negroes held up their hands with admiration, to think what I had killed him with.

It’s impossible to describe how shocked these frightened people were by the noise and fire from my gun; some were so terrified they looked like they were about to collapse from fear. But when they saw the creature dead and floating in the water, and I gestured for them to come to the shore, they gathered their courage and approached. They started looking for the creature. I spotted it by the blood coloring the water: with the help of a rope that I threw around it, the people pulled it onto the shore and discovered it was a truly stunning leopard, beautifully spotted and remarkable in every way; they raised their hands in awe, amazed by what I had taken down.

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The other creature, frightened with the flash of fire and the noise of the gun, swam on shore, and ran up directly to the mountains from whence they came; nor could I, at that distance, know what it was. I found quickly the negroes were for eating the flesh of this creature, so I was willing to have them take it as a favor from me; which when I made signs to them that they might take him, they were very thankful for. Immediately they fell to work with him; and though they had no knife, yet, with a sharpened piece of wood, they took off his skin as readily, and much more readily than we could have done with a knife. They offered me some of the flesh, which I declined, making as if I would give it them, but made signs for the skin, which they gave me very freely, and brought me a great deal more of their provision, which though I did not understand, yet I accepted. Then I made signs to them for some water, and held out one of my jars to them, turning it bottom upward, to show that it was empty, and that I wanted to have it filled. They called immediately to some of their friends, and there came two women, and brought a great vessel made of earth, and burnt, as I suppose, in the sun; this they set down for me, as before, and I sent Xury on shore with my jars, and filled them all three. The women were as stark naked as the men.

The other creature, scared by the flash of fire and the sound of the gun, swam to shore and ran straight up into the mountains from where it came; I couldn’t tell what it was from that distance. I quickly noticed the locals wanted to eat the flesh of this creature, so I was happy to let them take it as a favor from me. When I signaled to them that they could take it, they were really grateful. They immediately got to work on it, and even though they had no knife, they easily skinned it with a sharpened piece of wood—much more easily than we could have done with a knife. They offered me some of the meat, which I turned down, pretending I was going to give it to them instead, and asked for the skin, which they handed over willingly. They brought me a lot more of their food, which I didn’t fully understand, but I accepted it. Then I gestured for some water and held out one of my jars, turning it upside down to show it was empty and that I needed it filled. They immediately called some of their friends over, and two women came bringing a large clay pot, which I assume was dried in the sun. They set it down for me, and I sent Xury to shore with my jars, and he filled all three. The women were just as naked as the men.

I was now furnished with roots and corn, such as it was, and water; and leaving my friendly negroes, I made forward for about eleven days more, without offering to go near the shore, till I saw the land rim out a great length into the sea, at about the distance of four or five leagues before me; and the39 sea being very calm. I kept a large offing, to make this point. At length doubling the point, at about two leagues from the land, I saw plainly land on the other side, to seaward; then I concluded, as it was most certain indeed, that this was the Cape de Verde, and those the islands, called from thence Cape de Verde Islands. However, they were at a great distance, and I could not well tell what I had best to do; for if I should be taken with a fresh wind, I might neither reach one nor other.

I was now supplied with some roots, corn, and water, and after saying goodbye to my friendly Black companions, I set off again for about eleven more days, without going near the shore. Eventually, I noticed land stretching a long way out into the sea, roughly four or five leagues ahead of me, and the sea was very calm. I kept a safe distance to navigate around this point. When I finally rounded the point, about two leagues from the land, I could clearly see land on the other side, further out to sea. At that moment, I realized with a high degree of certainty that this was Cape Verde, and those were the islands known as the Cape Verde Islands. However, they were quite far away, and I didn’t know what to do next; if I were to encounter a strong wind, I might not make it to either place.

In this dilemma, as I was very pensive, I stepped into the cabin, and sat me down, Xury having the helm; when, on a sudden, the boy cried out, “Master, master, a ship with a sail!” and the foolish boy was frightened out of his wits, thinking it must needs be some of his master’s ships sent to pursue us, when I knew we were gotten far enough out of their reach. I jumped out of the cabin, and immediately saw not only the ship, but what she was, viz., that it was a Portuguese ship, and, as I thought, was bound to the coast of Guinea, for negroes. But when I observed the course she steered, I was soon convinced they were bound some other way, and did not design to come any nearer to the shore; upon which I stretched out to sea as much as I could, resolving to speak with them, if possible.

Feeling troubled, I went into the cabin and sat down, while Xury handled the helm. Suddenly, the boy shouted, “Master, master, a ship with a sail!” and he was terrified, thinking it might be one of my ships coming to chase us, even though I knew we were far beyond their reach. I jumped out of the cabin and immediately saw not just the ship, but realized what it was—a Portuguese ship that I believed was headed for the coast of Guinea to get slaves. However, when I watched the direction she was sailing, I quickly realized she was headed elsewhere and didn’t intend to come closer to shore. So, I made every effort to head out to sea, determined to make contact with them if I could.

With all the sail I could make, I found I should not be able to come in their way, but that they would be gone by before I could make any signal to them; but after I had crowded to the utmost, and began to despair, they, it seems, saw me by the help of their perspective glasses, and that it was some European boat, which, as they supposed, must belong to some40 ship that was lost, so they shortened sail to let me come up.

With all the sail I could manage, I realized I wouldn’t be able to get in their way and that they would pass by before I could signal to them. But after I pushed it to the limit and started to lose hope, they, apparently, spotted me through their binoculars and figured it was some European boat, which they assumed must belong to a ship that had sunk, so they reduced their speed to let me catch up.

I was encouraged with this; and as I had my patron’s flag on board, I made a waft of it to them for a signal of distress, and fired a gun, both of which they saw; for they told me they saw the smoke, though they did not hear the gun. Upon these signals they very kindly brought to, and lay by for me; and in about three hours’ time I came up with them.

I felt hopeful about this; and since I had my patron’s flag on board, I waved it at them as a distress signal and fired a gun, both of which they noticed; they mentioned that they saw the smoke, even though they didn’t hear the gun. In response to these signals, they kindly stopped and waited for me; and in about three hours, I caught up with them.

They asked me what I was, in Portuguese, and in Spanish, and in French, but I understood none of them; but at last a Scots sailor, who was on board, called to me, and I answered him, and told him I was an Englishman, that I had made my escape out of slavery from the Moors, at Sallee. Then they bade me come on board, and very kindly took me in, and all my goods.

They asked me what I was in Portuguese, Spanish, and French, but I didn't understand any of them. Finally, a Scots sailor on board called out to me, and I answered him, saying I was an Englishman who escaped from slavery at the hands of the Moors in Sallee. Then they invited me on board, and kindly took me and all my belongings in.

It was an inexpressible joy to me, that any one will believe, that I was thus delivered, as I esteemed it, from such a miserable, and almost hopeless, condition as I was in; and I immediately offered all I had to the captain of the ship, as a return for my deliverance. But he generously told me he would take nothing from me, but that all I had should be delivered safe to me when I came to the Brazils. “For,” says he, “I have saved your life on no other terms than I would be glad to be saved myself; and it may, one time or other, be my lot to be taken up in the same condition. Besides,” says he, “when I carry you to the Brazils, so great a way from your own country, if I should take from you what you have, you will be starved there, and then I only take away that life I have given. No, no, Seignior Inglese,” says he, “Mr. Englishman,41 I will carry you thither in charity, and those things will help you to buy your subsistence there, and your passage home again.”

I felt an indescribable joy knowing that someone believed I was rescued from such a miserable and nearly hopeless situation I was in. I immediately offered everything I had to the ship's captain as a way to repay him for my rescue. But he kindly refused, saying he wouldn’t take anything from me and that all my belongings would be safely returned when we reached Brazil. “For,” he said, “I saved your life expecting nothing less than I would hope for myself; I might find myself in the same situation someday. Besides,” he continued, “when I take you to Brazil, so far from your own country, if I took what you have, you would starve there, and then I’d only be taking away the life I’ve given you. No, no, Mr. Englishman,” he said, “I’ll take you there out of goodwill, and your things will help you secure food there and get back home.”


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As he was charitable in his proposal, so he was just in the performance to a tittle; for he ordered the seamen that none should offer to touch anything I had; then he took everything into his own possession, and gave me back an exact inventory of them, that I might have them, even so much as my three earthen jars.

As he was generous in his offer, he was also fair in his actions; he instructed the sailors that no one should take anything of mine. Then he took everything himself and gave me a detailed list of my belongings, so I could have them back, including my three clay jars.

As to my boat, it was a very good one, and that he saw, and told me he would buy it of me for the ship’s use, and asked me what I would have for it? I told him he had been so generous to me in everything, that I could not offer to make any price for the boat, but left it entirely to him; upon which he told me he would give me a note of his hand to pay me eighty pieces of eight for it at Brazil, and when it came there, if any one offered to give more, he would make it up. He offered me also sixty pieces of eight more for my boy, Xury, which I was loth to take; not that I was not willing to let the captain have him, but I was very loth to sell the poor boy’s liberty, who had assisted me so faithfully in procuring my own. However, when I let him know my reason, he owned it to be just, and offered me this medium, that he would give the boy an obligation43 to set him free in ten years if he turned Christian. Upon this, and Xury saying he was willing to go to him, I let the captain have him.

Regarding my boat, it was a really good one, and he realized that and told me he’d buy it from me for the ship's use. He asked me how much I wanted for it. I told him he had been so generous to me in everything that I couldn't put a price on the boat; I left it entirely up to him. Then he said he would give me a note promising to pay me eighty pieces of eight for it when we reached Brazil, and if anyone offered more when we got there, he would cover the difference. He also offered me sixty pieces of eight for my boy, Xury, which I was reluctant to accept. It wasn't that I didn't want the captain to have him, but I was very hesitant to sell the poor boy's freedom, as he had helped me so much in securing my own. However, when I explained my reasons, he agreed it was fair and offered that he would give the boy a written promise to set him free in ten years if he converted to Christianity. With that, and Xury saying he was willing to go with him, I agreed to let the captain have him.

We had a very good voyage to the Brazils, and arrived in the Bay de Todos los Santos, or All Saints’ Bay, in about twenty-two days after. And now I was once more delivered from the most miserable of all conditions of life; and what to do next with myself I was now to consider.

We had a great trip to Brazil and reached All Saints’ Bay in about twenty-two days. Now I was finally free from the worst possible situation in life, and I had to think about what to do next.

The generous treatment the captain gave me, I can never enough remember. He would take nothing of me for my passage, gave me twenty ducats for the leopard’s skin, and forty for the lion’s skin, which I had in my boat, and caused everything I had in the ship to be punctually delivered me; and what I was willing to sell he bought, such as the case of bottles, two of my guns, and a piece of the lump of beeswax—for I had made candles of the rest; in a word, I made about 220 pieces of eight of all my cargo, and with this stock I went on shore in the Brazils.

I can never forget the generous treatment the captain gave me. He didn’t charge me at all for my passage, gave me twenty ducats for the leopard skin, and forty for the lion skin I had in my boat. He made sure everything I had on the ship was delivered to me without delay, and he bought whatever I was willing to sell, like my case of bottles, two of my guns, and a piece of the beeswax lump—for I had used the rest to make candles. In total, I made about 220 pieces of eight from all my cargo, and with this money, I went ashore in Brazil.

I had not been long here, but being recommended to the house of a good honest man like himself, who had an ingeino as they call it, that is, a plantation and a sugar-house, I lived with him some time, and acquainted myself by that means with the manner of their planting and making of sugar; and seeing how well the planters lived, and how they grew rich suddenly, I resolved, if I could get a license to settle there, I would turn planter among them, resolving in the meantime to find out some way to get my money which I left in London remitted to me. To this purpose, getting a kind of a letter of naturalization,44 I purchased as much land that was uncured as my money would reach, and formed a plan for my plantation and settlement, and such a one as might be suitable to the stock which I proposed to myself to receive from England.

I hadn’t been here long, but I was recommended to the home of a good, honest man like himself, who had what they call an ingeino, which is a plantation and sugar house. I lived with him for a while and learned about their methods of planting and making sugar. Seeing how well the planters lived and how they suddenly became wealthy, I decided that if I could get a license to settle here, I would become a planter among them. In the meantime, I was determined to figure out how to get the money I left in London sent to me. To that end, I obtained a kind of letter of naturalization, 44 purchased as much uncultivated land as my money would allow, and devised a plan for my plantation and settlement that fit the resources I expected to receive from England.

I had a neighbor, a Portuguese of Lisbon, but born of English parents, whose name was Wells, and in much such circumstances as I was. I call him my neighbor, because his plantation lay next to mine, and we went on very sociably together. My stock was but low, as well as his; and we rather planted for food than anything else, for about two years. However, we began to increase, and our land began to come into order; so that the third year we planted some tobacco, and made each of us a large piece of ground ready for planting canes in the year to come. But we both wanted help; and now I found more than before, I had done wrong in parting with my boy Xury.

I had a neighbor, a Portuguese from Lisbon but born to English parents, named Wells, and he was in a situation similar to mine. I call him my neighbor because his plantation was right next to mine, and we got along quite well. My resources were limited, just like his; and for about two years, we mostly planted for food rather than anything else. However, we started to grow, and our land began to be more organized; by the third year, we planted some tobacco and prepared a large plot for planting sugarcane the following year. But we both needed help, and now I realized more than ever that I had made a mistake by letting my boy Xury go.

But alas! for me to do wrong that never did right was no great wonder. I had no remedy but to go on. I was gotten into an employment quite remote to my genius, and directly contrary to the life I delighted in, and for which I forsook my father’s house, and broke through all his good advice; nay, I was coming into the very middle station, or upper degree of low life, which my father advised me to before; and which, if I resolved to go on with, I might as well have stayed at home, and never have fatigued myself in the world as I had done. And I used often to say to myself, I could have done this as well in England among my friends, as have gone 5,000 miles off to do it among strangers and savages, in a wilderness, and at45 such a distance as never to hear from any part of the world that had the least knowledge of me.

But unfortunately, it wasn’t surprising that I was doing wrong when I’d never done anything right. I had no choice but to keep going. I had found myself in a job that was completely against my nature and completely opposite to the life I loved, the one I left my father's house for, ignoring all his good advice. In fact, I was heading straight into the very middle class, or higher level of low life, that my father had warned me about before; and if I was determined to continue with this, I might as well have stayed home and not exhausted myself in the world as I had. I often told myself that I could have done this just as well in England with my friends, rather than traveling 5,000 miles to do it among strangers and savages in a wilderness, at such a distance that I would never hear from any part of the world that knew anything about me.

In this manner I used to look upon my condition with the utmost regret. I had nobody to converse with, but now and then this neighbor; no work to be done, but by the labor of my hands; and I used to say, I lived just like a man cast away upon some desolate island, that had nobody there but himself. But how just has it been! and how should all men reflect, that when they compare their present conditions with others that are worse, Heaven may oblige them to make the exchange, and be convinced of their former felicity by their experience;—I say, how just has it been, that the truly solitary life I reflected on in an island of mere desolation should be my lot, who had so often unjustly compared it with the life which I then led, in which, had I continued, I had in all probability been exceeding prosperous and rich.

I used to look at my situation with great regret. I had no one to talk to, except for the occasional neighbor; no work to do, except for what I physically could manage; and I would say I lived just like a person stranded on a deserted island, alone with no one else around. But how fair it has been! Everyone should realize that when they compare their own situations to others that are worse, Heaven might force them to switch places, making them appreciate their past happiness through experience. I mean, how fair it has been that the truly lonely life I imagined on an island of pure desolation became my reality, even though I had often unfairly compared it to the life I was living, where if I had carried on, I would most likely have become very successful and wealthy.

I was in some degree settled in my measures for carrying on the plantation before my kind friend, the captain of the ship that took me up at sea, went back; for the ship remained there in providing his loading, and preparing for his voyage, near three months; when, telling him what little stock I had left behind me in London, he gave me this friendly and sincere advice: “Seignior Inglese,” says he, for so he always called me, “if you will give me letters, and a procuration here in form to me, with orders to the person who has your money in London to send your effects to Lisbon, to such persons as I shall direct, and in such goods as are proper for this country, I will bring you the produce of them, God willing, at my return.46 But since human affairs are all subject to changes and disaster, I would have you give orders but for one hundred pounds sterling, which, you say, is half your stock, and let the hazard be run for the first; so that if it come safe, you may order the rest the same way; and if it miscarry, you may have the other half to have recourse to for your supply.”

I had settled on some plans for running the plantation before my good friend, the captain of the ship that rescued me at sea, returned. The ship stayed there for nearly three months to load up and prepare for its voyage. When I mentioned the little bit of money I had left behind in London, he gave me this sincere and thoughtful advice: “Seignior Inglese,” as he always called me, “if you give me letters and a formal power of attorney to handle your money in London, instructing the person holding your funds to send your belongings to Lisbon, to the people I will specify, and in goods suitable for this country, I will bring you the proceeds, God willing, when I return. But since everything in life can change unexpectedly, I suggest you only order one hundred pounds sterling, which you say is half your funds, and take a chance on that amount first. If it arrives safely, you can request the rest in the same way. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll still have the other half as a safety net.”46

This was so wholesome advice, and looked so friendly, that I could not but be convinced it was the best course I could take; so I accordingly prepared letters to the gentlewoman with whom I had left my money, and a procuration to the Portuguese captain, as he desired.

This advice was so genuine and seemed so friendly that I couldn’t help but believe it was the best option available to me. So, I went ahead and wrote letters to the woman who was holding my money and prepared a power of attorney for the Portuguese captain, just as he requested.

I wrote the English captain’s widow a full account of all my adventures; my slavery, escape, and how I had met with the Portuguese captain at sea, the humanity of his behavior, and in what condition I was now in, with all other necessary directions for my supply. And when this honest captain came to Lisbon, he found means, by some of the English merchants there, to send over not the order only, but a full account of my story to a merchant at London, who represented it effectually to her; whereupon, she not only delivered the money, but out of her own pocket sent the Portuguese captain a very handsome present for his humanity and charity to me.

I wrote the English captain’s widow a detailed account of all my adventures: my time as a slave, my escape, and how I encountered the Portuguese captain at sea, along with his kind actions and my current situation, as well as all the necessary details for my support. When this good captain arrived in Lisbon, he managed, through some English merchants there, to send not just the order but a complete account of my story to a merchant in London, who effectively communicated it to her. As a result, she not only sent the money but also, from her own funds, gave the Portuguese captain a generous gift for his kindness and charity towards me.

The merchant in London vesting this hundred pounds in English goods, such as the captain had written for, sent them directly to him at Lisbon, and he brought them all safe to me to the Brazils; among which, without my direction (for I was too young in my business to think of them), he had taken care to have all sorts of tools, iron-work, and utensils necessary47 for my plantation, and which were of great use to me.

The merchant in London invested this hundred pounds in English goods that the captain had requested and sent them straight to him in Lisbon. He brought everything safely to me in Brazil. Without my prompting (since I was too inexperienced to think of them), he made sure to include all kinds of tools, ironwork, and equipment needed47 for my plantation, which were extremely helpful to me.

When this cargo arrived, I thought my fortune made, for I was surprised with joy of it; and my good steward, the captain, had laid out the five pounds, which my friend had sent him for a present for himself, to purchase and bring me over a servant under bond for six years’ service, and would not accept of any consideration, except a little tobacco, which I would have him accept, being of my own produce.

When this shipment arrived, I thought my luck had changed because I was filled with joy. My good steward, the captain, had spent the five pounds that my friend sent him as a gift for himself to buy and bring me a servant bound to work for six years, and he refused to take anything in return except for a bit of tobacco, which I insisted he accept since it was from my own harvest.

Neither was this all; but my goods being all English manufactures, such as cloth, stuffs, baize, and things particularly valuable and desirable in the country, I found means to sell them to a very great advantage; so that I may say I had more than four times the value of my first cargo, and was now infinitely beyond my poor neighbor, I mean in the advancement of my plantation; for the first thing I did, I bought me a negro slave, and an European servant also; I mean another besides that which the captain brought me from Lisbon.

This wasn’t everything; since all my goods were English-made, like cloth, textiles, baize, and other things that were especially valuable and sought after in the country, I managed to sell them for a significant profit. I can say I got more than four times the value of my first shipment, and I was now far better off than my poor neighbor in terms of expanding my plantation. The first thing I did was buy a Black slave and also hire a European servant, meaning another one besides the one the captain brought me from Lisbon.

But as abused prosperity is oftentimes made the very means of our greatest adversity, so was it with me. I went on the next year with great success in my plantation. I raised fifty great rolls of tobacco on my own ground, more than I had disposed of for necessaries among my neighbors; and these fifty rolls, being each of above a hundredweight, were well cured, and laid by against the return of the fleet from Lisbon. And now, increasing in business and in wealth, my head began to be full of projects and undertakings beyond my reach, such as are, indeed, often the ruin of the best heads in business. Had I continued in the station I was now in, I had room48 for all the happy things to have yet befallen me for which my father so earnestly recommended a quiet, retired life, and of which he had so sensibly described the middle station of life to be full of. But other things attended me, and I was still to be the wilful agent of all my own miseries; and particularly, to increase my fault and double the reflections upon myself, which in my future sorrows I should have leisure to make. All these miscarriages were procured by my apparent obstinate adhering to my foolish inclination of wandering abroad, and pursuing that inclination in contradiction to the clearest views of doing myself good in a fair and plain pursuit of those prospects, and those measures of life, which Nature and Providence concurred to present me with, and to make my duty.

But just as misused prosperity often becomes the source of our greatest struggles, so it was with me. The following year, I experienced great success on my plantation. I harvested fifty large rolls of tobacco from my own land, more than I needed to trade for essentials with my neighbors; each roll weighed over a hundred pounds, was well-cured, and stored away in anticipation of the fleet returning from Lisbon. With my business expanding and my wealth increasing, I became filled with ambitious plans and ventures that were beyond my reach, which often leads to the downfall of even the best business minds. If I had stayed in my current position, I would have had the opportunity for all the good things that my father passionately advised me to seek in a quiet, secluded life, which he described so wisely as being plentiful in the middle class. But other things were coming my way, and I was still going to be the unyielding architect of my own miseries; in particular, I would increase my mistakes and deepen my self-reflection, which I would have time to contemplate during my future troubles. All these missteps came from my stubborn attachment to my foolish desire to roam and pursue that desire, despite the obvious benefits of following a straightforward path towards those prospects and choices in life that Nature and Providence clearly offered as my duty.

As I had once done thus in my breaking away from my parents, so I could not be content now, but I must go and leave the happy view I had of being a rich and thriving man in my new plantation, only to pursue a rash and immoderate desire of rising faster than the nature of the thing admitted; and thus I cast myself down again into the deepest gulf of human misery that ever man fell into, or perhaps could be consistent with life and a state of health in the world.

As I had once done when I separated from my parents, I couldn't be satisfied now, so I had to go and leave behind the promising life of being a wealthy and successful man on my new plantation, just to chase a reckless and excessive ambition to rise quicker than the situation allowed; and so I threw myself back into the deepest pit of human misery that anyone has ever fallen into, or maybe that could possibly coexist with life and good health in the world.

To come then, by the just degrees to the particulars of this part of my story. You may suppose, that having now lived almost four years in the Brazils, and beginning to thrive and prosper very well upon my plantation, I had not only learned the language, but had contracted acquaintance and friendship among my fellow-planters, as well as among the merchants at St. Salvador, which was our port, and that in my49 discourses among them I had frequently given them an account of my two voyages to the coast of Guinea, the manner of trading with the negroes there, and how easy it was to purchase upon the coast for trifles—such as beads, toys, knives, scissors, hatchets, bits of glass, and the like—not only gold dust, Guinea grains, elephants’ teeth, etc., but negroes, for the service of the Brazils, in great numbers.

To get to the specific details of this part of my story, you might guess that after living almost four years in Brazil and starting to do really well on my plantation, I not only learned the language but also made friends with my fellow planters and the merchants in St. Salvador, which was our port. In conversations with them, I often shared stories about my two voyages to the coast of Guinea, how trade worked with the locals there, and how easy it was to buy things on the coast for very little—like beads, toys, knives, scissors, hatchets, bits of glass, and similar items—not just gold dust, Guinea grains, and elephant tusks, but also a significant number of Africans for labor in Brazil.

They listened always very attentively to my discourses on these heads, but especially to that part which related to the buying negroes; which was a trade, at that time, not only not far entered into, but, as far as it was, had been carried on by the assiento, or permission, of the Kings of Spain and Portugal, and engrossed in the public, so that few negroes were bought, and those excessive dear.

They always listened very carefully to my discussions on these topics, especially the part about buying slaves, which was a practice that, at that time, was not widely engaged in. Where it did exist, it was conducted under the permission of the Kings of Spain and Portugal, and controlled by the government, resulting in very few slaves being purchased, and those that were, were extremely expensive.

It happened, being in company with some merchants and planters of my acquaintance, and talking of those things very earnestly, three of them came to me the next morning, and told me they had been musing very much upon what I had discoursed with them of, the last night, and they came to make a secret proposal to me. And after enjoining me secrecy, they told me that they had a mind to fit out a ship to go to Guinea; that they had all plantations as well as I, and were straitened for nothing so much as servants; that as it was a trade that could not be carried on because they could not publicly sell the negroes when they came home, so they desired to make but one voyage, to bring the negroes on shore privately, and divide them among their own plantations; and, in a word, the question was, whether I would go as their supercargo in the ship, to50 manage the trading part upon the coast of Guinea; and they offered me that I should have my equal share of the negroes without providing any part of the stock.

It happened that I was with some merchants and planters I knew, discussing things quite seriously. The next morning, three of them came to me and said they had been thinking a lot about our conversation from the previous night and wanted to make me a secret proposal. After asking me to keep it confidential, they shared that they wanted to outfit a ship to go to Guinea; they had plantations just like I did and needed workers the most. Since this trade couldn't be done publicly because they couldn't sell the enslaved people when they returned, they wanted to make just one voyage to secretly bring the enslaved people ashore and divide them among their plantations. In short, they asked if I would join them as their supercargo on the ship to manage the trading part on the coast of Guinea, and they offered me an equal share of the enslaved people without needing to contribute any of the funding.

This was a fair proposal, it must be confessed, had it been made to any one that had not had a settlement and plantation of his own to look after, which was in a fair way of coming to be very considerable, and with a good stock upon it. But for me, that was thus entered and established, and had nothing to do but go on as I had begun, for three or four years more, and to have sent for the other hundred pounds from England; and who, in that time, and with that little addition, could scarce have failed of being worth three or four thousand pounds sterling, and that increasing too—for me to think of such a voyage, was the most preposterous thing that ever man, in such circumstances, could be guilty of.

This was a reasonable proposal, I have to admit, if it had been made to someone who didn't already have their own settlement and farm to manage, which was well on its way to becoming quite significant, and with good resources behind it. But for me, who was already established and only needed to continue as I had for three or four more years, plus send for the other hundred pounds from England; in that time, with that small addition, I could hardly have failed to be worth three or four thousand pounds sterling, and that amount would only grow—so for me to consider such a voyage was the most ridiculous thing anyone in my position could do.

But I, that was born to be my own destroyer, could no more resist the offer than I could restrain my first rambling designs, when my father’s good counsel was lost upon me. In a word, I told them I would go with all my heart, if they would undertake to look after my plantation in my absence, and would dispose of it to such as I should direct if I miscarried. This they all engaged to do, and entered into writings or covenants to do so; I made a formal will, disposing of my plantation and effects, in case of my death; making the captain of the ship that had saved my life, as before, my universal heir, but obliging him to dispose of my effects as I had directed in my will; one-half of the produce being to himself, and the other to be shipped to England.

But I, who was destined to be my own worst enemy, could no more resist the offer than I could hold back my initial impulsive plans when my father’s good advice didn’t reach me. In short, I told them I would go wholeheartedly if they would take care of my plantation while I was away and handle its sale according to my instructions if I didn’t make it back. They all agreed to this and entered into agreements to ensure it; I made a formal will outlining how to distribute my plantation and belongings in the event of my death, naming the captain of the ship that had saved my life as my sole heir, but requiring him to manage my belongings as I had specified in my will; half of the profits would go to him, and the other half would be sent to England.

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In short, I took all possible caution to preserve my effects, and keep up my plantation. Had I used half as much prudence to have looked into my own interest, and have made a judgment of what I ought to have done and not to have done, I had certainly never gone away from so prosperous an undertaking, leaving all the probable views of a thriving circumstance, and gone upon a voyage to sea, attended with all its common hazards, to say nothing of the reasons I had to expect particular misfortunes to myself.

In short, I took every precaution to protect my belongings and maintain my plantation. If I had been just as careful about my own interests and thought about what I should and shouldn’t have done, I definitely wouldn’t have left such a successful venture, abandoning all the promising opportunities for success, and embarked on a sea voyage with all its usual risks, not to mention the specific reasons I had to expect bad luck for myself.

But I was hurried on, and obeyed blindly the dictates of my fancy rather than my reason. And accordingly, the ship being fitted out, and the cargo furnished, and all things done as by agreement by my partners in the voyage, I went on board in an evil hour, the first of September, 1659, being the same day eight years that I went from my father and mother at Hull, in order to act the rebel to their authority, and the fool to my own interest.

But I was rushed along and followed the whims of my imagination rather than my logic. So, with the ship ready, the cargo provided, and everything set up as agreed upon by my partners for the trip, I boarded the ship at a bad time, on September 1, 1659, exactly eight years since I left my parents in Hull to defy their authority and act against my own best interests.

Our ship was about 120 tons burden, carried six guns and fourteen men, besides the master, his boy, and myself. We had on board no large cargo of goods, except of such toys as were fit for our trade with the negroes—such as beads, bits of glass, shells, and odd trifles, especially little looking-glasses, knives, scissors, hatchets, and the like.

Our ship weighed about 120 tons, had six guns, and carried fourteen crew members, not counting the captain, his boy, and me. We didn't have a big cargo of goods, just some toys suitable for trading with the locals—things like beads, pieces of glass, shells, and random trinkets, especially small mirrors, knives, scissors, hatchets, and similar items.

The same day I went on board we set sail, standing away to the northward upon our own coast, with design to stretch over for the African coast, when they came about 10 or 12 degrees of northern latitude, which, it seems, was the manner of their course in those days. We had very good weather, only52 excessive hot, all the way upon our own coast, till we came to the height of Cape St. Augustino, from whence, keeping farther off at sea, we lost sight of land, and steered as if we were bound for the Isle Fernando de Noronha, holding our course N.E. by N., and leaving those isles on the east. In this course we passed the line in about twelve days’ time, and were, by our last observation, in 7 degrees 22 minutes northern latitude, when a violent tornado, or hurricane, took us quite out of our knowledge. It began from the south-east, came about to the north-west, and then settled into the north-east, from whence it blew in such a terrible manner, that for twelve days together we could do nothing but drive, and, scudding away before it, let it carry us wherever fate and the fury of the winds directed; and during these twelve days, I need not say that I expected every day to be swallowed up, nor, indeed, did any in the ship expect to save their lives.

The same day I boarded, we set sail, heading north along our coast, with plans to cross over to the African coast when we reached about 10 or 12 degrees north latitude, which was their usual route back then. The weather was mostly fine, though it was excessively hot as we traveled along our coast until we reached Cape St. Augustino. From there, staying further out at sea, we lost sight of land and steered as if we were headed for the Isle Fernando de Noronha, keeping our course N.E. by N., leaving those islands to the east. In this direction, we crossed the equator in about twelve days, and during our last observation, we were at 7 degrees 22 minutes north latitude when a violent tornado, or hurricane, caught us completely off guard. It started in the southeast, shifted to the northwest, and then settled into the northeast, blowing so violently that for twelve days, we could do nothing but get tossed around. We let the storm push us wherever fate and the raging winds took us, and during those twelve days, I cannot emphasize enough how I expected to be swallowed up at any moment, nor did anyone on the ship think they'd survive.

In this distress we had, besides the terror of the storm, one of our men die of the fever, and one man and the boy washed overboard. About the twelfth day, the weather abating a little, the master made an observation as well as he could, and found that he was in about 11 degrees north latitude, but that he was 22 degrees of longitude difference west from Cape St. Augustino; so that he found he was gotten upon the coast of Guiana, or the north part of Brazil, beyond the river Amazon, toward that of the river Orinoco, commonly called the Great River, and began to consult with me what course he should take, for the ship was leaky and very much disabled, and he was going directly back to the coast of Brazil.

In our distress, along with the fear of the storm, one of our crew members died from the fever, and another man and a boy were washed overboard. About the twelfth day, as the weather calmed down a bit, the captain took a sight as best he could and determined that he was at about 11 degrees north latitude, but 22 degrees of longitude west from Cape St. Augustino. This meant he had drifted onto the coast of Guiana, or the northern part of Brazil, beyond the Amazon River, closer to the Orinoco River, often referred to as the Great River. He started to discuss with me what course we should take since the ship was leaking and heavily damaged, and he was considering heading straight back to the coast of Brazil.

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I was positively against that; and looking over the charts of the sea-coast of America with him, we concluded there was no inhabited country for us to have recourse to till we came within the circle of the Caribbee Islands, and therefore resolved to stand away for Barbadoes, which by keeping off at sea, to avoid the indraft of the Bay or Gulf of Mexico, we might easily perform, as we hoped, in about fifteen days’ sail; whereas we could not possibly make our voyage to the coast of Africa without some assistance, both to our ship and to ourselves.

I was totally against that; and while looking over the maps of the American coastline with him, we realized there was no inhabited land for us to turn to until we reached the Caribbean Islands. So, we decided to head for Barbados, which we figured we could reach by staying out at sea to avoid the pull of the Bay or Gulf of Mexico, hopefully in about fifteen days of sailing. On the other hand, we couldn't possibly make our way to the coast of Africa without some help for both our ship and ourselves.

With this design we changed our course, and steered away N.W. by W. in order to reach some of our English islands, where I hoped for relief; but our voyage was otherwise determined; for being in the latitude of 12 degrees 18 minutes, a second storm came upon us, which carried us away with the same impetuosity westward, and drove us so out of the very way of all human commerce, that had all our lives been saved, as to the sea, we were rather in danger of being devoured by savages than ever returning to our own country.

With this new plan, we changed direction and headed N.W. by W. to get to some of our English islands, where I hoped to find help. However, fate had other ideas; while we were at latitude 12 degrees 18 minutes, another storm hit us, pushing us violently westward and completely off the path of any human trade. Even if we managed to survive at sea, we faced a greater risk of being attacked by savages than ever making it back to our own country.

In this distress, the wind still blowing very hard, one of our men early in the morning cried out, “Land!” and we had no sooner ran out of our cabin to look out, in hopes of seeing whereabouts in the world we were, but the ship struck upon a sand, and in a moment, her motion being so stopped, the sea broke over her in such a manner, that we expected we should all have perished immediately; and we were immediately driven into our close quarters, to shelter us from the very foam and spray of the sea.

In this crisis, with the wind still blowing fiercely, one of our crew members shouted early in the morning, “Land!” As soon as we rushed out of our cabin to see where we were, the ship hit a sandbank, and in an instant, her movement was halted. The sea crashed over us so violently that we thought we would all drown right away. We quickly retreated to our confined space to protect ourselves from the foam and spray of the ocean.

It is not easy for any one, who has not been in the like condition,54 to describe or conceive the consternation of men in such circumstances. We knew nothing where we were, or upon what land it was we were driven, whether an island or the main, whether inhabited or not inhabited; and as the rage of the wind was still great, though rather less than at first, we could not so much as hope to have the ship hold many minutes without breaking in pieces, unless the winds, by a kind of miracle, should turn immediately about. In a word, we sat looking one upon another, and expecting death every moment, and every man acting accordingly, as preparing for another world; for there was little or nothing more for us to do in this. That which was our present comfort, and all the comfort we had, was that, contrary to our expectation, the ship did not break yet, and that the master said the wind began to abate.

It’s hard for anyone who hasn’t been in a similar situation to describe or understand the panic of people in these circumstances. We had no idea where we were, or what land we had been pushed to, whether it was an island or the mainland, whether it was inhabited or not; and with the wind still howling fiercely, though a bit less than before, we couldn’t even hope that the ship would hold together for long without falling apart, unless the winds miraculously changed direction right away. In short, we sat there looking at each other, expecting death at any moment, and everyone was acting accordingly, preparing for the next world; there was little left for us to do in this one. Our only source of comfort, and all the comfort we had, was that, against our expectations, the ship hadn’t broken apart yet, and the captain said the wind was starting to die down.

Now, though we thought that the wind did a little abate, yet the ship having thus struck upon the sand, and sticking too fast for us to expect her getting off, we were in a dreadful condition indeed, and had nothing to do but to think of saving our lives as well as we could. We had a boat at our stern just before the storm, but she was first staved by dashing against the ship’s rudder, and in the next place, she broke away, and either sunk, or was driven off to sea, so there was no hope from her; we had another boat on board, but how to get her off into the sea was a doubtful thing. However, there was no room to debate, for we fancied the ship would break in pieces every minute, and some told us she was actually broken already.

Now, even though we thought the wind had calmed down a bit, the ship had run aground and was stuck too fast for us to think she could get free. We were in a really terrible situation and had no choice but to focus on saving our lives as best as we could. We had a boat at the back just before the storm hit, but it first got damaged when it slammed against the ship’s rudder, and then it broke away and either sank or was taken out to sea, so we had no hope from that. We had another boat on board, but getting it into the water was uncertain. Still, there was no time to argue, because we thought the ship was going to break apart any minute, and some said she was already falling apart.

In this distress, the mate of our vessel lays hold of the55 boat, and with the help of the rest of the men they got her slung over the ship’s side; and getting all into her, let go, and committed ourselves, being eleven in number, to God’s mercy, and the wild sea; for though the storm was abated considerably, yet the sea went dreadful high upon the shore, and might well be called den wild zee, as the Dutch call the sea in a storm.

In our distress, the first mate of our ship grabbed the55 lifeboat, and with the help of the other crew members, they managed to lower it over the side of the ship. Once we all got in, we let go and entrusted ourselves, eleven in total, to God’s mercy and the rough sea. Although the storm had calmed down quite a bit, the waves were still incredibly high near the shore and could easily be called den wild zee, as the Dutch refer to the sea during a storm.

And now our case was very dismal indeed, for we all saw plainly that the sea went so high, that the boat could not live, and that we should be inevitably drowned. As to making sail, we had none; nor, if we had, could we have done anything with it; so we worked at the oar toward the land, though with heavy hearts, like men going to execution, for we all knew that when the boat came nearer the shore, she would be dashed in a thousand pieces by the breach of the sea. However, we committed our souls to God in the most earnest manner; and the wind driving us towards the shore, we hastened our destruction with our own hands, pulling as well as we could towards land.

And now our situation was really bleak because we all clearly saw that the waves were so high that the boat couldn’t survive, and we would inevitably drown. We had no sail, and even if we did, there was nothing we could’ve done with it; so we rowed toward the land, though with heavy hearts, like people going to their execution, since we all understood that when the boat got closer to the shore, it would be smashed into a thousand pieces by the crashing waves. Still, we surrendered our souls to God with the utmost sincerity; and with the wind pushing us toward the shore, we sped up our own destruction by pulling as hard as we could toward land.

What the shore was, whether rock or sand, whether steep or shoal, we knew not; the only hope that could rationally give us the least shadow of expectation was, if we may happen into some Bay or Gulf, or the mouth of some river, where by great chance we might have run our boat in, or got under the lee of the land, and perhaps made smooth water. But there was nothing of this appeared; but as we made nearer and nearer the shore, the land looked more frightful than the sea.

What the shore was like, whether it was rocky or sandy, steep or shallow, we didn't know; the only hope that could realistically give us any expectation was if we somehow happened upon a bay or gulf, or the mouth of a river, where by some stroke of luck we might have run our boat in or found shelter from the wind, and maybe encountered calm waters. But none of this appeared; as we got closer to the shore, the land looked even more terrifying than the sea.

After we had rowed, or rather driven, about a league and a half, as we reckoned it, a raging wave, mountain-like, came56 rolling astern of us, and plainly bade us expect the coup de grâce. In a word, it took us with such a fury that it overset the boat at once; and separating us, as well from the boat as from one another, gave us not time hardly to say, “O God!” for we were all swallowed up in a moment.

After we had rowed, or rather pushed forward, about a mile and a half, as we estimated, a massive wave, towering like a mountain, came crashing behind us, clearly signaling that we should brace for the final blow. In short, it hit us with such force that it capsized the boat instantly, breaking us apart both from the boat and from each other, leaving us barely enough time to utter, “Oh God!” before we were all swallowed up in an instant.

Nothing can describe the confusion of thought which I felt when I sunk into the water; for though I swam very well, yet I could not deliver myself from the waves so as to draw breath, till that wave having driven me, or rather carried me, a vast way on towards the shore, and having spent itself, went back, and left me upon the land almost dry, but half dead with the water I took in. I had so much presence of mind as well as breath left, that seeing myself nearer the mainland than I expected, I got upon my feet, and endeavored to make on towards the land as fast as I could, before another wave should return and take me up again. But I soon found it was impossible to avoid it; for I saw the sea come after me as high as a great hill, and as furious as an enemy, which I had no means or strength to contend with. My business was to hold my breath, and raise myself upon the water, if I could; and so, by swimming, to preserve my breathing, and pilot myself towards the shore, if possible; my greatest concern now being, that the sea, as it would carry me a great way towards the shore when it came on, might not carry me back again with it when it gave back towards the sea.

Nothing can describe the confusion I felt when I sank into the water. Even though I was a good swimmer, I couldn’t break free from the waves to catch my breath until one wave, having pushed me a long way toward the shore and spent itself, pulled back and left me almost dry but half dead from the water I swallowed. I had enough presence of mind and breath left that, seeing I was closer to land than I expected, I got to my feet and tried to make my way toward the shore as quickly as possible, before another wave could return and take me again. But I soon realized it was impossible to avoid it; I saw the sea coming after me, towering as high as a great hill and as furious as an enemy, which I had no means or strength to fight against. My job was to hold my breath and keep myself afloat if I could; so, by swimming, I tried to maintain my breathing and guide myself toward the shore if possible. My biggest worry now was that while the sea would carry me a great distance toward the shore, it might also pull me back out when it receded.

The wave that came upon me again, buried me at once 20 or 30 feet deep in its own body, and I could feel myself carried with a mighty force and swiftness towards the shore a57 very great way; but I held my breath, and assisted myself to swim still forward with all my might. I was ready to burst with holding my breath, when, as I felt myself rising up, so, to my immediate relief, I found my head and hands shoot out above the surface of the water; and though it was not two seconds of time that I could keep myself so, yet it relieved me greatly, gave me breath and new courage. I was covered again with water a good while, but not so long but I held it out; and finding the water had spent itself, and began to return, I struck forward against the return of the waves, and felt the ground again with my feet. I stood still a few moments to recover breath, and till the water went from me, and then took to my heels and ran with what strength I had farther towards the shore. But neither would this deliver me from the fury of the sea, which came pouring in after me again, and twice more I was lifted up by the waves and carried forwards as before, the shore being very flat.

The wave hit me again, pulling me down 20 or 30 feet deep into its body, and I could feel myself being swept away with a tremendous force and speed toward the shore a57 long way off. I held my breath and swam as hard as I could. I was about to burst from holding my breath when, just as I felt myself rising, I was relieved to find my head and hands break through the surface of the water. Even though I could only stay like that for a couple of seconds, it helped me a lot, giving me air and new courage. I was underwater again for a while, but it wasn’t long before I managed to hold on; and when I sensed the water’s force weakening, I swam against the retreating waves and felt the ground beneath my feet. I paused for a moment to catch my breath until the water receded, then I sprinted with all my strength further toward the shore. But this didn’t save me from the sea’s fury, which surged after me again. Twice more, I was lifted by the waves and pushed forward, the shore being very flat.

The last time of these two had well near been fatal to me; for the sea, having hurried me along as before, landed me, or rather dashed me, against a piece of a rock and that with such force as it left me senseless, and indeed helpless, as to my own deliverance; for the blow taking my side and breast beat the breath as it were quite out of my body; and had it returned again immediately, I must have been strangled in the water. But I recovered a little before the return of the waves, and seeing I should be covered again with the water, I resolved to hold fast by a piece of the rock, and so to hold my breath, if possible, till the wave went back. Now as the waves were not58 so high as at first, being near land, I held my hold till the wave abated and then fetched another run, which brought me so near the shore, that the next wave though it went over me yet did not swallow me up as to carry me away, and the next run I took I got to the mainland, where to my great comfort I clambered up the cliffs of the shore, and sat me down upon the grass, free from danger and quite out of the reach of the water.

The last time these two almost killed me; the sea, moving as before, threw me against a rock with such force that I was left dazed and completely helpless. The impact knocked the breath out of me, and if the waves had come right back, I would have drowned. But I managed to recover a bit before the waves returned, and seeing I was about to be hit by the water again, I decided to grab onto a piece of the rock and hold my breath until the wave receded. The waves weren't as high now that I was closer to shore, so I held on until the wave subsided, then got a push from the next wave that brought me close enough to shore. The next wave went over me but didn’t carry me away, and with the next pull, I reached the mainland. To my great relief, I scrambled up the cliffs and sat down on the grass, safe from danger and far from the water.

I was now landed, and safe on shore, and began to look up and thank God that my life was saved in a case wherein there was some minutes before scarce any room to hope. I believe it is impossible to express to the life what the ecstasies and transports of the soul are when it is so saved, as I may say, out of the very grave; and I do not wonder now at that custom, viz., that when a malefactor who has the halter about his neck is tied up and just going to be turned off and has a reprieve brought to him—I say, I do not wonder that they bring a surgeon with it, to let his blood that every moment they tell him of it, that the surprise may not drive the animal spirits from his heart, and overwhelm him:

I had finally made it to land, safe and sound, and I looked up to thank God for saving my life in a situation where just moments ago I had almost lost all hope. It's hard to put into words the intense joy and relief that fill your soul when you feel like you've been pulled back from the brink of death. I now understand why there’s a tradition that when a condemned person, ready to be executed, receives a pardon, a surgeon is brought along to draw some of his blood. It’s so that the shock of the news doesn't overwhelm him and send him into a panic.

For sudden joys, like griefs, confound at first.

For sudden joys, just like sorrows, can be confusing at first.

I walked about on the shore, lifting up my hands, and my whole being, as I may say, wrapt up in the contemplation of my deliverance, making a thousand gestures and motions which I cannot describe, reflecting upon all my comrades that were drowned, and that there should not be one soul saved but myself; for, as for them, I never saw them afterwards, or any59 sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.

I walked along the shore, raising my hands, completely absorbed in the joy of my rescue, making countless gestures and movements that I can’t put into words, reflecting on all my friends who drowned, knowing that I was the only one saved; as for the others, I never saw them again, or any sign of them except for three of their hats, one cap, and two mismatched shoes.

I cast my eyes to the stranded vessel when the breach and froth of the sea being so big, I could hardly see it, it lay so far off, and considered, Lord! how was it possible I could get on shore?

I looked at the stranded ship as the waves crashed and churned so fiercely that I could barely see it, it was so far away, and thought, God! how was it possible for me to get to shore?

After I had solaced my mind with the comfortable part of my condition I began to look round me to see what kind of place I was in, and what was next to be done, and I soon found my comforts abate, and that in a word I had a dreadful deliverance; for I was wet, had no clothes to shift me, nor anything to eat or drink to comfort me, neither did I see any prospect before me but that of perishing with hunger, or being devoured by wild beasts; and that which was particularly afflicting to me was that I had no weapon either to hunt and kill any creature for my sustenance, or to defend myself against any other creature that might desire to kill me for theirs. In a word, I had nothing about me but a knife, a tobacco-pipe, and a little tobacco in a box. This was all my provision; and this threw me into terrible agonies of mind that for a while I ran about like a madman. Night coming upon me, I began, with a heavy heart, to consider what would be my lot if there were any ravenous beasts in that country, seeing at night they always come abroad for their prey.

After I had calmed myself with the comforting aspects of my situation, I started to look around and see what kind of place I was in and what needed to be done next. I quickly realized that my comfort was fading, and the truth was I had been delivered into a terrible fate; I was wet, had no clothes to change into, and nothing to eat or drink to sustain me. I saw no hope ahead except for starving to death or being eaten by wild animals. What troubled me the most was that I didn't have any weapon to hunt and kill something for food or to protect myself from any creatures that might want to kill me for theirs. In short, all I had with me was a knife, a tobacco pipe, and a little tobacco in a box. That was my only supply, and it threw me into a state of terrible panic, making me run around like a madman for a while. As night fell, I began to think about what my fate would be if there were any hungry beasts in this area, knowing that they always come out at night to hunt for prey.

All the remedy that offered to my thoughts at that time was, to get up into a thick bushy tree like a fir, but thorny, which grew near me, and where I resolved to sit all night, and consider the next day what death I should die, for as yet I saw60 no prospect of life. I walked about a furlong from the shore, to see if I could find any fresh water to drink, which I did, to my great joy; and having drank, and put a little tobacco in my mouth to prevent hunger, I went to the tree, and getting up into it, endeavored to place myself so, as that if I should sleep I might not fall; and having cut me a short stick, like a truncheon, for my defence, I took up my lodging, and having been excessively fatigued, I fell fast asleep, and slept as comfortably as, I believe, few could have done in my condition, and found myself the most refreshed with it that I think I ever was on such an occasion.

The only solution that came to my mind at that moment was to climb into a thick, bushy tree like a fir, although it had thorns, that was near me. I decided to sit there all night and think about how I would face death, since I couldn’t see any chance of survival. I walked about a furlong from the shore to see if I could find some fresh water to drink, which I did, and it made me really happy. After drinking and putting a bit of tobacco in my mouth to stave off hunger, I went to the tree, climbed up, and tried to position myself so that I wouldn’t fall asleep. I cut a short stick to use as a club for protection, settled in, and since I was extremely exhausted, I quickly fell asleep. I slept surprisingly well, considering my situation, and it was one of the most refreshing sleeps I've ever had under such circumstances.


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When I waked it was broad day, the weather clear, and the storm abated, so that the sea did not rage and swell as before. But that which surprised me most was, that the ship was lifted off in the night from the sand where she lay, by the swelling of the tide, and was driven up almost as far as the rock which I first mentioned, where I had been so bruised by the dashing me against it. This being within about a mile from the shore where I was, and the ship seeming to stand upright still, I wished myself on board, that, at least, I might have some necessary things for my use.

When I woke up, it was broad daylight, the weather was clear, and the storm had calmed down, so the sea was no longer wild and violent as before. But what surprised me the most was that the ship had been lifted off the sand where it had been stranded during the night by the rising tide, and it had been pushed almost all the way to the rock I mentioned earlier, where I had been so badly injured when I was thrown against it. This was about a mile from the shore where I was, and since the ship seemed to be standing upright, I wished I could be on board to at least get some essential things I needed.

When I came down from my apartment in the tree I looked about me again and the first thing I found was the boat, which lay as the wind and the sea had tossed her up upon the land, about two miles on my right hand. I walked as far as I could upon the shore to have got to her, but found a neck or inlet of water between me and the boat, which was about half a mile broad; so I came back for the present, being more intent upon getting at the ship, where I hoped to find something for my present subsistence.

When I came down from my apartment in the tree, I looked around again, and the first thing I saw was the boat, which had been thrown up on the shore by the wind and the sea, about two miles to my right. I walked as far as I could along the shore to reach it, but I encountered a narrow waterway that was about half a mile wide between me and the boat. So, I turned back for the moment, focusing more on getting to the ship, where I hoped to find something to sustain me.

A little after noon I found the sea very calm, and the tide ebbed so far out, that I could come within a quarter of a mile62 of the ship; and here I found a fresh renewing of my grief, for I saw evidently, that if we had kept on board we had been all safe, that is to say, we had all got safe on shore, and I had not been so miserable as to be left entirely destitute of all comfort and company as I now was. This forced tears from my eyes again; but as there was little relief in that, I resolved, if possible, to get to the ship; so I pulled off my clothes, for the weather was hot to extremity, and took the water. But when I came to the ship my difficulty was still greater to know how to get on board; for as she lay aground, and high out of the water, there was nothing within my reach to lay hold of. I swam round her twice, and the second time I spied a small piece of a rope, which I wondered I did not see at first, hang down by the fore-chains so low, as that with great difficulty I got hold of it, and by the help of that rope got up into the forecastle of the ship. Here I found that the ship was bulged, and had a great deal of water in her hold, but that she lay so on the side of a bank of hard sand, or rather earth, that her stern lay lifted up upon the bank, and her head low almost to the water. By this means all her quarter was free, and all that was in that part was dry; for you may be sure my first work was to search and to see what was spoiled and what was free. And first I found that all the ship’s provisions were dry and untouched by the water; and being very well disposed to eat, I went to the bread-room and filled my pockets with biscuit, and ate it as I went about other things, for I had no time to lose. I also found some rum in the great cabin, of which I took a large dram, and which I had indeed need enough of, to spirit me for what was63 before me. Now I wanted nothing but a boat, to furnish myself with many things which I foresaw would be very necessary to me.

A little after noon, I found the sea very calm, and the tide had gone out so far that I could get within a quarter of a mile62 of the ship. Here, I felt my grief return strongly, as I realized that if we had stayed on board, we would all have been safe, meaning we would have all made it to shore, and I wouldn’t have been left feeling completely alone and without comfort as I was now. This brought tears to my eyes again, but since crying didn’t help, I decided to try to get to the ship. So, I took off my clothes because it was extremely hot, and jumped into the water. But when I reached the ship, I faced an even bigger challenge figuring out how to get on board. She was aground and high out of the water, so there was nothing within reach to grab onto. I swam around her twice, and on the second round, I spotted a small piece of rope hanging down by the fore-chains. I was surprised I hadn’t seen it earlier, but I managed to grab it after some effort, and with its help, I got up into the forecastle of the ship. There, I found that the ship had been damaged and had a lot of water in the hold, but it was resting on a bank of hard sand or earth, so her stern was lifted up, while her bow was low and almost in the water. This meant that the back of the ship was dry, and my first task was to check what had been spoiled and what was still good. First, I found that all the ship’s provisions were dry and untouched by the water, and since I was quite hungry, I went to the bread room and stuffed my pockets with biscuits, eating them as I looked for other things, because I was short on time. I also found some rum in the main cabin, from which I took a large swig, which I badly needed to give me strength for what lay ahead63. Now I just needed a boat to gather many things I knew would be essential for me.

It was in vain to sit still and wish for what was not to be had, and this extremity roused my application. We had several spare yards, and two or three large spars of wood, and a spare top-mast or two in the ship. I resolved to fall to work with these, and flung as many of them overboard as I could manage for their weight, tying every one with a rope, that they might not drive away. When this was done I went down the ship’s side, and pulling them to me, I tied four of them fast together at both ends as well as I could, in the form of a raft; and laying two or three shore pieces of plank upon them crossways, I found I could walk upon it very well, but that it was not able to bear any great weight, the pieces being too light. So I went to work, and with the carpenter’s saw I cut a spare top-mast into three lengths, and added them to my raft, with a great deal of labor and pains; but hope of furnishing myself with the necessaries encouraged me to go beyond what I should have been able to have done upon another occasion.

It was pointless to sit around and wish for what couldn’t be had, so I decided to get to work. We had several extra yards, a couple of large wooden spars, and one or two spare topmasts on the ship. I decided to use these and tossed as many of them overboard as I could manage, tying each one with a rope to keep them from drifting away. Once that was done, I climbed down the ship's side, pulled the pieces to me, and tied four of them together as securely as I could to make a raft. I laid two or three planks across them and found I could walk on it easily, but it couldn’t support much weight since the pieces were too light. So, I got to work and used the carpenter's saw to cut a spare topmast into three pieces, adding them to my raft after a lot of hard work. The hope of gathering what I needed pushed me to do more than I normally would have in that situation.

My raft was now strong enough to bear any reasonable weight. My next care was what to load it with, and how to preserve what I laid upon it from the surf of the sea; but I was not long considering this. I first laid all the planks or boards upon it that I could get, and having considered well what I most wanted, I first got three of the seamen’s chests which I had broken open and emptied, and lowered them down upon my raft. The first of these I filled with provisions, viz.,64 bread, rice, three Dutch cheeses, five pieces of dried goat’s flesh, which we lived much upon, and a little remainder of European corn which had been laid by for some fowls which we brought to sea with us, but the fowls were killed. There had been some barley and wheat together, but, to my great disappointment, I found afterwards that the rats had eaten or spoiled it all. As for liquors I found several cases of bottles belonging to our skipper in which were some cordial waters, and, in all, about five or six gallons of rack. These I stowed by themselves, there being no need to put them into the chest, nor no room for them. While I was doing this, I found the tide began to flow, though very calm, and I had the mortification to see my coat, shirt, and waistcoat, which I had left on shore upon the sand, swim away; as for my breeches, which were only linen, and open-kneed, I swam on board in them and my stockings. However, this put me upon rummaging for clothes, of which I found enough, but took no more than I wanted for present use; for I had other things which my eye was more upon, as first tools to work with on shore; and it was after long searching that I found out the carpenter’s desk, which was indeed a very useful prize to me, and much more valuable than a ship-loading of gold would have been at that time. I got it down to my raft, even whole as it was, without losing time to look into it, for I knew in general what it contained.

My raft was now strong enough to carry a reasonable amount of weight. My next concern was what to load it with and how to protect what I placed on it from the ocean waves; but I didn't take long to think about this. I first laid down all the planks or boards I could find, and after considering what I needed most, I grabbed three of the seamen’s chests that I had broken open and emptied, and lowered them onto my raft. I filled the first one with food, including bread, rice, three Dutch cheeses, five pieces of dried goat meat, which we relied on a lot, and a small remaining stash of European corn that was set aside for some chickens we had brought to sea with us, but the chickens were killed. There had been some barley and wheat mixed together, but to my great disappointment, I later discovered that the rats had eaten or ruined it all. As for drinks, I found several cases of bottles belonging to our captain containing some cordial waters, and in total, about five or six gallons of rum. I stored these separately since there was no need to put them in the chest, nor was there enough room for them. While I was doing this, I noticed the tide beginning to come in, although it was very calm, and I felt a pang of frustration as I watched my coat, shirt, and waistcoat, which I had left on the sand, wash away; as for my breeches, which were just linen and had open knees, I swam back to the raft wearing them and my stockings. Nonetheless, this pushed me to search for clothes, and I found plenty, but I only took what I needed for now; I was more focused on finding other items, particularly tools to use on shore. After a long search, I finally discovered the carpenter’s toolbox, which was truly a valuable find for me, far more precious than a shipload of gold would have been at that moment. I managed to get it onto my raft intact, without wasting time to examine it, as I already knew generally what it contained.

My next care was for some ammunition and arms; there were two very good fowling-pieces in the great cabin, and two pistols; these I secured first, with some powder-horns, and a small bag of shot, and two old rusty swords. I knew there65 were three barrels of powder in the ship, but knew not where our gunner had stowed them; but with much search I found them, two of them dry and good, the third had taken water; those two I got to my raft with the arms. And now I thought myself pretty well freighted, and began to think how I should get to shore with them, having neither sail, oar, nor rudder; and the least capful of wind would have overset all my navigation.

My next priority was to gather some ammunition and weapons. There were two nice shotguns in the main cabin along with two pistols. I secured those first, along with some powder-horns, a small bag of shot, and two old rusty swords. I knew there were three barrels of gunpowder on the ship, but I wasn’t sure where our gunner had stored them. After searching a lot, I found them; two were dry and in good condition, but the third had gotten wet. I managed to get the two barrels to my raft along with the weapons. At this point, I felt pretty well loaded, but I started to worry about how I would get to shore with them since I had no sail, oars, or rudder. Even a light breeze could tip over my raft.

I had three encouragements. 1. A smooth, calm sea. 2. The tide rising and setting in to the shore. 3. What little wind there was blew me towards the land. And thus, having found two or three broken oars belonging to the boat, and besides the tools which were in the chest, I found two saws, an axe, and a hammer, and with this cargo I put to sea. For a mile or thereabouts my raft went very well, only that I found it drive a little distant from the place where I had landed before, by which I perceived that there was some indraft of the water, and consequently I hoped to find some creek or river there, which I might make use of as a port to get to land with my cargo.

I had three things encouraging me. 1. A smooth, calm sea. 2. The tide coming in and out to the shore. 3. The little wind that was blowing was pushing me toward the land. So, after finding two or three broken oars from the boat, and in addition to the tools in the chest, I came across two saws, an axe, and a hammer. With this gear, I set out to sea. For about a mile, my raft did really well, though I noticed it was drifting a bit further from where I had landed before. This made me think there was some current in the water, and I hoped to find some creek or river that I could use as a port to reach the land with my cargo.

As I imagined, so it was; there appeared before me a little opening of the land, and I found a strong current of the tide set into it, so I guided my raft as well as I could to keep in the middle of the stream. But here I had like to have suffered a second shipwreck, which, if I had, I think verily would have broke my heart; for knowing nothing of the coast my raft ran aground at one end of it upon a shoal, and not being aground at the other end, it wanted but a little that all my cargo had66 slipped off towards that end that was afloat, and so fallen into the water. I did my utmost by setting my back against the chests to keep them in their places, but could not thrust off the raft with all my strength, neither durst I stir from the posture I was in, but holding up the chests with all my might, stood in that manner near half an hour, in which time the rising of the water brought me a little more upon a level; and a little after, the water still rising, my raft floated again, and I thrust her off with the oar I had into the channel, and then driving up higher, I at length found myself in the mouth of a little river, with land on both sides, and a strong current or tide running up. I looked on both sides for a proper place to get to shore, for I was not willing to be driven too high up the river, hoping in time to see some ship at sea, and therefore resolved to place myself as near the coast as I could.

As I imagined, so it was; I came across a small opening in the land, and I noticed a strong incoming tide, so I steered my raft as best as I could to stay in the middle of the stream. But here I nearly encountered a second shipwreck, which, if it had happened, I truly believe would have broken my heart; since I knew nothing about the coast, my raft ran aground at one end on a sandbank, and at the other end, it was still afloat. It was only a matter of time before all my cargo might have slipped off toward the end that was floating and fallen into the water. I did my best by pressing my back against the chests to keep them in place, but I couldn’t push off the raft with all my strength, nor could I move from my position. I held up the chests with all my might and stayed that way for nearly half an hour. During that time, the rising water brought me a bit closer to even ground; soon after, as the water continued to rise, my raft floated again, and I pushed off with the oar I had into the channel. Moving further up, I ultimately found myself at the mouth of a small river, with land on both sides and a strong tide flowing upstream. I looked for a suitable spot to reach the shore, as I didn't want to be carried too far up the river, hoping to eventually see a ship at sea, and decided to position myself as close to the coast as possible.

At length I spied a little cove on the right shore of the creek, to which, with great pain and difficulty, I guided my raft, and at last got so near, as that, reaching ground with my oar, I could thrust her directly in; but here I had like to have dipped all my cargo in the sea again; for that shore lying pretty steep, that is to say, sloping, there was no place to land but where one end of my float, if it run on shore, would lie so high and the other sink lower, as before, that it would endanger my cargo again. All that I could do was to wait till the tide was at the highest, keeping the raft with my oar like an anchor to hold the side of it fast to the shore, near a flat piece of ground, which I expected the water would flow over; and so it did. As soon as I found water enough, for my raft drew67 about a foot of water, I thrust her on upon that flat piece of ground, and there fastened or moored her by sticking my two broken oars into the ground; one on one side near one end, and one on the other side near the other end; and thus I lay till the water ebbed away, and left my raft and all my cargo safe on shore.

Eventually, I spotted a small cove on the right side of the creek, and with a lot of effort and struggle, I maneuvered my raft toward it. I got close enough that I could use my oar to push it onto the shore. However, I almost ended up sinking all my cargo again because the shore was pretty steep. This meant that if one end of my raft ran aground, the other would sit lower, putting my cargo at risk once more. All I could do was wait for the tide to reach its peak while keeping the raft steady with my oar like an anchor to hold it close to a flat area I expected would be covered by water — and it was. As soon as I saw there was enough water, since my raft drew about a foot of water, I pushed it onto that flat area and secured it by sticking my two broken oars into the ground; one on each side near either end. I stayed that way until the water receded, leaving my raft and all my cargo safely on shore.

My next work was to view the country and seek a proper place for my habitation, and where to stow my goods to secure them from whatever might happen. Where I was, I yet knew not; whether on the continent, or on an island; whether inhabited, or not inhabited; whether in danger of wild beasts, or not. There was a hill, not above a mile from me, which rose up very steep and high, and which seemed to overtop some other hills, which lay as in a ridge from it, northward. I took out one of the fowling-pieces and one of the pistols, and a horn of powder; and thus armed, I travelled for discovery up to the top of that hill, where, after I had with great labor and difficulty got to the top, I saw my fate to my great affliction, viz., that I was on an island environed every way with the sea, no land to be seen, except some rocks which lay a great way off, and two small islands less than this, which lay about three leagues to the west.

My next task was to explore the area and find a suitable place to live, as well as somewhere to store my belongings safely. I still didn’t know where I was—whether on the mainland or an island, whether it was inhabited or not, or if I was in danger from wild animals. There was a steep, high hill about a mile away that seemed to rise above some other hills, which stretched in a ridge to the north. I took one of my shotguns and a pistol, along with a horn of gunpowder, and armed like this, I set off to discover what lay at the top of that hill. After a lot of hard work and effort, I finally reached the summit and saw my unfortunate fate: I was on an island completely surrounded by the sea, with no land in sight except for some rocks far away and two smaller islands, less than this one, about three leagues to the west.

I found also that the island I was on was barren, and, as I saw good reason to believe, uninhabited, except by wild beasts, of whom, however, I saw none; yet I saw abundance of fowls, but knew not their kinds; neither, when I killed them, could I tell what was fit for food, and what not. At my coming back, I shot at a great bird which I saw sitting upon a tree on the side of a great wood. I believe it was the first gun that had68 been fired there since the creation of the world. I had no sooner fired, but from all the parts of the wood there arose an innumerable number of fowls of many sorts, making a confused screaming, and crying every one according to his usual note; but not one of them of any kind that I knew. As for the creature I killed, I took it to be a kind of a hawk, its color and beak resembling it, but had no talons or claws more than common; its flesh was carrion, and fit for nothing.

I also found that the island I was on was barren, and, as I had good reason to believe, uninhabited, except by wild animals, of which I didn’t see any; however, I did see plenty of birds, but I didn’t know what kinds they were. When I killed them, I couldn't tell what was safe to eat and what wasn't. On my way back, I shot at a large bird that I saw sitting in a tree next to a big forest. I think it was the first time a gun had been fired there since the beginning of time. As soon as I fired, countless birds of various types flew out from all parts of the woods, making a chaotic racket, each one crying out in its usual way; but there wasn’t a single bird among them that I recognized. As for the creature I killed, I thought it was some kind of hawk because of its color and beak, but it didn’t have claws any stronger than usual; its meat was rotting and not good for anything.

Contented with this discovery, I came back to my raft, and fell to work to bring my cargo on shore, which took me the rest of that day; and what to do with myself at night, I knew not, nor indeed where to rest; for I was afraid to lie down on the ground, not knowing but some wild beast might devour me, though, as I afterwards found, there was really no need for those fears. However, as well as I could, I barricaded myself round with the chests and boards that I had brought on shore, and made a kind of a hut for that night’s lodging; as for food, I yet saw not which way to supply myself, except that I had seen two or three creatures like hares run out of the woods where I shot the fowl.

Satisfied with this discovery, I returned to my raft and started working to bring my cargo ashore, which took me the rest of the day. I wasn't sure what to do at night or where to sleep because I was scared to lie down on the ground, not knowing if a wild animal might attack me, although I later found out that there was really no need to be afraid. Still, I did my best to barricade myself with the chests and boards I had brought ashore and made a makeshift hut for sleeping that night. As for food, I didn't see any clear way to get some, except that I had noticed two or three creatures that looked like rabbits running out of the woods where I had shot the birds.

I now began to consider, that I might yet get a great many things out of the ship, which would be useful to me, and particularly some of the rigging and sails, and such other things as might come to land; and I resolved to make another voyage on board the vessel, if possible. And as I knew that the first storm that blew must necessarily break her all in pieces, I resolved to set all other things apart till I got everything out of the ship that I could get. Then I called a council, that is to69 say, in my thoughts, whether I should take back the raft, but this appeared impracticable; so I resolved to go as before, when the tide was down; and I did so, only that I stripped before I went from my hut, having nothing on but a checkered shirt and a pair of linen drawers, and a pair of pumps on my feet.

I started to think that I could still get a lot of useful stuff from the ship, especially some of the rigging and sails, along with anything else that might wash up on shore. I decided to make another trip on the vessel if I could. Knowing that the next storm would likely ruin it completely, I decided to focus on getting everything I could from the ship. Then I thought about whether I should take the raft back, but that seemed impossible, so I resolved to go again when the tide was down. I did just that, but this time I stripped down before leaving my hut, wearing only a checkered shirt, a pair of linen drawers, and some pumps on my feet.

I got on board the ship as before, and prepared a second raft, and having had experience of the first, I neither made this so unwieldy, nor loaded it so hard; but yet I brought away several things very useful to me; as, first, in the carpenter’s store I found two or three bags full of nails and spikes, a great screw-jack, a dozen or two of hatchets, and above all that most useful thing called a grindstone. All these I secured, together with several things belonging to the gunner, particularly two or three iron crows, and two barrels of musket bullets, seven muskets, and another fowling-piece, with some small quantity of powder more; a large bag full of small-shot, and a great roll of sheet lead; but this last was so heavy, I could not hoist it up to get it over the ship’s side. Besides these things, I took all the men’s clothes that I could find, and a spare fore-top sail, a hammock, and some bedding, and with this I loaded my second raft, and brought them all safe on shore, to my very great comfort.

I got on the ship again and built a second raft. Having learned from the first one, I made this one more manageable and didn’t overload it. I still managed to bring back a lot of useful stuff. In the carpenter's shop, I found a couple of bags full of nails and spikes, a heavy screw-jack, about a dozen hatchets, and most importantly, a grindstone, which is super handy. I also grabbed several items belonging to the gunner, including two or three iron bars, two barrels of musket bullets, seven muskets, and another shotgun, along with some extra powder. I found a large bag full of small-shot and a huge roll of sheet lead, but that last one was too heavy for me to lift over the ship’s edge. In addition to all this, I took whatever clothes I could find for the crew, a spare fore-top sail, a hammock, and some bedding. I loaded all this onto my second raft and managed to bring everything safely ashore, which made me very happy.

I was under some apprehensions during my absence from the land, that at least my provisions might be devoured on shore; but when I came back, I found no sign of any visitor, only there sat a creature like a wild cat upon one of the chests, which, when I came towards it, ran away a little distance, and then stood still. She sat very composed and unconcerned, and70 looked full in my face, as if she had a mind to be acquainted with me. I presented my gun at her; but as she did not understand it, she was perfectly unconcerned at it, nor did she offer to stir away; upon which I tossed her a bit of biscuit, though, by the way, I was not very free of it, for my store was not great. However, I spared her a bit, I say, and she went to it, smelled of it, and ate it and looked (as pleased) for more; but I thanked her and could spare no more, so she marched off.

I was a bit anxious during my time away from the land, worrying that my supplies might have been eaten on the shore. But when I returned, I saw no sign of anyone having been there. Instead, there was a creature that looked like a wild cat sitting on one of the chests. When I approached, it ran a short distance away and then paused. It sat very calmly and seemed unconcerned, staring right at me as if it wanted to get to know me. I aimed my gun at it, but since it didn’t understand what I was doing, it remained completely unfazed and did not try to run away. I tossed it a piece of biscuit, although I was reluctant since my stock was low. Still, I gave it a bit, and it came over, sniffed it, ate it, and looked at me as if asking for more. I politely declined as I couldn’t spare any extra, so it eventually wandered off.

Having got my second cargo on shore, though I was fain to open the barrels of powder and bring them by parcels, for they were too heavy, being large casks, I went to work to make me a little tent with the sail and some poles which I cut for that purpose; and into this tent I brought everything that I knew would spoil either with rain or sun; and I piled all the empty chests and casks up in a circle round the tent, to fortify it from any sudden attempt, either from man or beast.

After getting my second load ashore, I had to open the barrels of gunpowder and bring them in smaller batches because they were too heavy, being large casks. I set to work making myself a small tent using the sail and some poles I cut for that purpose. I brought everything inside that I knew could spoil from rain or sun, and I stacked all the empty chests and barrels in a circle around the tent to protect it from any sudden attacks, whether from people or animals.

When I had done this I blocked up the door of the tent with some boards within, and an empty chest set up on end without; and spreading one of the beds upon the ground, laying my two pistols just at my head, and my gun at length by me, I went to bed for the first time, and slept very quietly all night, for I was very weary and heavy; for the night before I had slept little, and had labored very hard all day, as well to fetch all those things from the ship, as to get them on shore.

After I did this, I blocked the tent door with some boards inside and an empty chest standing upright outside. I spread one of the beds on the ground, placed my two pistols right by my head, and laid my gun beside me. Then, I went to bed for the first time and slept soundly all night because I was extremely tired. The night before, I had hardly slept and had worked very hard all day, both to bring those things from the ship and to get them on shore.

I had the biggest magazine of all kinds now that ever was laid up, I believe, for one man; but I was not satisfied still, for while the ship sat upright in that posture, I thought I ought to get everything out of her that I could. So every day at low71 water I went on board, and brought away something or other; but, particularly, the third time I went I brought away as much of the rigging as I could, as also all the small ropes and rope-twine I could get, with a piece of spare canvas, which was to mend the sails upon occasion, the barrel of wet gunpowder; in a word, I brought away all the sails first and last, only that I was fain to cut them in pieces, and bring as much at a time as I could; for they were no more useful to be sails, but as mere canvas only.

I had the biggest collection of magazines of all kinds that ever existed, I think, saved up for one person; but I still wasn’t satisfied. While the ship was upright, I felt like I should get everything I could out of her. So every day at low water, I went on board and took something or other; but especially, the third time I went, I brought back as much of the rigging as I could, along with all the small ropes and twine I could find, a piece of spare canvas to patch the sails if needed, and the barrel of wet gunpowder. In short, I took all the sails in the end, but I had to cut them into pieces and bring back as much as I could at a time because they were no longer useful as sails, just canvas.

But that which comforted me more still was, that at last of all, after I had made five or six such voyages as these, and thought I had nothing more to expect from the ship that was worth my meddling with; I say, after all this, I found a great hogshead of bread, and three large runlets of rum or spirits and a box of sugar, and a barrel of fine flour; this was surprising to me, because I had given over expecting any more provisions, except what was spoilt by the water. I soon emptied the hogshead of that bread, and wrapped it up parcel by parcel in pieces of the sails, which I cut out; and, in a word, I got all this safe on shore also.

But what comforted me even more was that, after I had made five or six trips like these and thought there was nothing left on the ship worth my time, I discovered a huge barrel of bread, three large casks of rum or spirits, a box of sugar, and a barrel of fine flour. This amazed me because I had stopped expecting any more supplies, except for what had been ruined by the water. I quickly emptied the barrel of bread and wrapped it up in pieces of the sails that I cut out; in short, I safely got all of it ashore as well.

The next day I made another voyage. And now, having plundered the ship of what was portable and fit to hand out, I began with the cables; and cutting the great cable into pieces, such as I could move, I got two cables and a hawser on shore, with all the iron-work I could get; and having cut down the sprit-sail-yard, and the mizzen-yard, and everything I could to make a large raft, I loaded it with all those heavy goods, and came away. But my good luck began now to leave me; for72 this raft was so unwieldy, and so overladen, that after I was entered the little cove where I had landed the rest of my goods, not being able to guide it so handily as I did the other, it overset, and threw me and all my cargo into the water. As for myself, it was no great harm, for I was near the shore; but as to my cargo, it was great part of it lost, especially the iron, which I expected would have been of great use to me. However, when the tide was out I got most of the pieces of cable ashore, and some of the iron, though with infinite labor; for I was fain to dip for it into the water, a work which fatigued me very much. After this I went every day on board, and brought away what I could get.

The next day I set out again. After taking what I could from the ship that was portable and useful, I started with the cables. I cut the big cable into smaller pieces that I could manage and managed to bring two cables and a hawser ashore, along with all the ironwork I could find. I also cut down the sprit-sail yard, the mizzen yard, and anything else I could use to create a large raft. I loaded the raft with all those heavy items and started to leave. But my good luck was starting to fade; the raft was so clumsy and overloaded that when I entered the little cove where I had landed the rest of my goods, I couldn’t steer it as well as I had before, and it flipped over, tossing me and all my cargo into the water. For me, it wasn’t too bad since I was close to shore, but I lost a significant part of my cargo, especially the iron, which I had hoped would be really useful. However, when the tide went out, I managed to retrieve most of the cable pieces and some of the iron, but it took a lot of effort; I had to dive into the water to get it, which tired me out a lot. After this, I went on board every day and brought back whatever I could find.

I had been now thirteen days on shore, and had been eleven times on board the ship; in which time I had brought away all that one pair of hands could well be supposed capable to bring, though I believe verily, had the calm weather held, I should have brought away the whole ship piece by piece. But preparing the twelfth time to go on board, I found the wind begin to rise. However, at low water I went on board, and though I thought I had rummaged the cabin so effectually as that nothing more could be found, yet I discovered a locker with drawers in it, in one of which I found two or three razors, and one pair of large scissors, with some ten or a dozen of good knives and forks; in another, I found about thirty-six pounds value in money, some European coin, some Brazil, some pieces of eight, some gold, some silver.

I had now been on land for thirteen days and had boarded the ship eleven times. During that time, I had taken away as much as one person could carry; honestly, if the calm weather had continued, I think I could have removed the entire ship piece by piece. But as I was getting ready to board for the twelfth time, I noticed the wind starting to pick up. Still, at low tide, I went on board, and even though I thought I had searched the cabin thoroughly and found everything possible, I stumbled upon a locker with drawers. Inside one of them, I found a couple of razors, a large pair of scissors, and about ten or twelve nice knives and forks; in another, I discovered around thirty-six pounds in currency, some European coins, some from Brazil, some pieces of eight, as well as some gold and silver.

I smiled to myself at the sight of this money. “O drug!” said I aloud, “what art thou good for? Thou art not worth73 to me, no, not the taking off of the ground; one of those knives is worth all this heap. I have no manner of use for thee; even remain where thou art, and go to the bottom as a creature whose life is not worth saving.” However, upon second thoughts, I took it away; and wrapping all this in a piece of canvas, I began to think of making another raft; but while I was preparing this, I found the sky overcast, and the wind began to rise, and in a quarter of an hour it blew a fresh gale from the shore. It presently occurred to me that it was in vain to pretend to make a raft with the wind off shore, and that it was my business to be gone before the tide of flood began, otherwise I might not be able to reach the shore at all. Accordingly I let myself down into the water, and swam across the channel, which lay between the ship and the sands, and even that with difficulty enough, partly with the weight of the things I had about me, and partly the roughness of the water; for the wind rose very hastily, and before it was quite high water it blew a storm.

I smiled to myself at the sight of this money. “Oh, what’s the point of you?” I said aloud. “You’re not worth anything to me, not even picking off the ground; one of those knives is worth all this. I have no use for you; you might as well stay where you are and sink like something whose life isn’t worth saving.” But after thinking it over, I took it anyway. I wrapped it all in a piece of canvas and started considering building another raft. However, while I was getting ready, I noticed the sky clouding over and the wind picking up, and within a quarter of an hour, a strong wind was blowing in from the shore. It quickly dawned on me that trying to build a raft with the wind coming from the shore was pointless, and I needed to leave before the tide came in, or I might not be able to reach the shore at all. So I lowered myself into the water and swam across the channel between the ship and the sand, which was quite difficult, both because of the weight of my belongings and the roughness of the water; as the wind picked up quickly, it turned into a storm before it was fully high tide.

But I was gotten home to my little tent, where I lay with all my wealth about me very secure. It blew very hard all that night, and in the morning, when I looked out, behold, no more ship was to be seen. I was a little surprised, but recovered myself with this satisfactory reflection, viz., that I had lost no time, nor abated no diligence, to get everything out of her that could be useful to me, and that indeed there was little left in her that I was able to bring away if I had had more time.

But I had gotten home to my little tent, where I lay surrounded by all my belongings very securely. It was really windy all night, and in the morning, when I looked outside, there was no ship in sight. I was a bit surprised, but I got over it with the comforting thought that I hadn’t wasted any time or effort getting everything I could out of her that would be useful to me, and honestly, there wasn’t much left on board that I could’ve taken even if I had had more time.

I now gave over any more thoughts of the ship, or of anything74 out of her, except what might drive on shore from her wreck, as indeed divers pieces of her afterwards did; but those things were of small use to me.

I stopped thinking about the ship or anything related to it, except for what might wash ashore from its wreck, which indeed some pieces did later on; but those things were of little use to me.

My thoughts were now wholly employed about securing myself against either savages, if any should appear, or wild beasts, if any were in the island; and I had many thoughts of the method how to do this, and what kind of dwelling to make, whether I should make me a cave in the earth, or a tent upon the earth; and, in short, I resolved upon both, the manner and description of which it may not be improper to give an account of.

My thoughts were completely focused on protecting myself from any savages that might show up or wild animals that could be on the island. I considered several ways to do this and what type of shelter to build, whether I should create a cave underground or set up a tent above ground. In short, I decided on both, and it might be helpful to describe how I went about it.

I soon found the place I was in was not for my settlement, particularly because it was upon a low moorish ground near the sea, and I believed would not be wholesome; and more particularly because there was no fresh water near it. So I resolved to find a more healthy and more convenient spot of ground.

I quickly realized that the place I was in wasn’t suitable for me, mainly because it was on low, marshy land near the sea, which I thought wouldn’t be healthy; and even more so because there wasn't any fresh water nearby. So, I decided to look for a healthier and more convenient piece of land.

I consulted several things in my situation, which I found would be proper for me. First, health and fresh water, I just now mentioned. Secondly, shelter from the heat of the sun. Thirdly, security from ravenous creatures, whether men or beasts. Fourthly, a view to the sea, that if God sent any ship in sight I might not lose any advantage for my deliverance, of which I was not willing to banish all my expectation yet.

I considered a few things in my situation that I thought would be important for me. First, health and fresh water, which I've just mentioned. Second, shelter from the sun's heat. Third, safety from hungry creatures, whether they were men or beasts. Fourth, a view of the sea so that if God sent any ship my way, I wouldn't miss out on the chance for my rescue, which I still hoped for.

In search of a place proper for this, I found a little plain on the side of a rising hill, whose front towards this little plain was steep as a house-side, so that nothing could come down upon me from the top; on the side of this rock there was a hollow75 place, worn a little way in, like the entrance or door of a cave; but there was not really any cave, or way into the rock at all.

In looking for a suitable spot for this, I came across a small flat area on the slope of a hill. The front facing this little flat was as steep as a house wall, so nothing could fall on me from above. On the side of this rock, there was a slight indentation, similar to the entrance or door of a cave; however, there wasn't actually a cave or any way into the rock at all.

On the flat of the green, just before this hollow place, I resolved to pitch my tent. This plain was not above an hundred yards broad, and about twice as long, and lay like a green before my door, and at the end of it descended irregularly every way down into the low grounds by the seaside. It was on the N.N.W. side of the hill, so that I was sheltered from the heat every day, till it came to a W. and by S. sun, or thereabouts, which in those countries is near the setting.

On the flat area of the green, just before this hollow spot, I decided to set up my tent. This plain was about a hundred yards wide and roughly twice as long, acting like a green area right in front of my door, and at the end, it sloped unevenly down into the lowlands by the seaside. It was on the north-northwest side of the hill, which provided me shelter from the heat every day until the sun came around to the west and southwest, which in these regions is close to sunset.

Before I set up my tent, I drew a half circle before the hollow place, which took in about ten yards in its semi-diameter from the rock, and twenty yards in its diameter from its beginning and ending. In this half-circle I pitched two rows of strong stakes, driving them into the ground till they stood very firm like piles, the biggest end being out of the ground about five feet and a half, and sharpened on the top. The two rows did not stand above six inches from one another.

Before I set up my tent, I marked a half-circle in front of the hollow space, which spanned about ten yards in its semi-diameter from the rock, and twenty yards in its diameter from start to finish. In this half-circle, I put up two rows of sturdy stakes, driving them into the ground until they were really solid, with the thicker end sticking out about five and a half feet and pointed at the top. The two rows were no more than six inches apart.

Then I took the pieces of cable which I had cut in the ship, and laid them in rows one upon another, within the circle, between these two rows of stakes, up to the top, placing other stakes in the inside leaning against them, about two feet and a half high, like a spur to a post; and this fence was so strong, that neither man nor beast could get into it, or over it. This cost me a great deal of time and labor, especially to cut the piles in the woods, bring them to the place, and drive them into the earth.

Then I took the pieces of cable I had cut from the ship and arranged them in rows, stacking them within the circle between two rows of stakes, all the way to the top. I placed more stakes inside, leaning against them, about two and a half feet high, like a post brace. This fence was so strong that neither a person nor an animal could get in or over it. It took a lot of time and effort, especially to cut the piles in the woods, transport them to the site, and drive them into the ground.

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The entrance into this place I made to be not by a door, but by a short ladder, to go over the top; which ladder, when I was in, I lifted over after me, and so I was completely fenced in, and fortified, as I thought, from all the world, and consequently slept secure in the night, which otherwise I could not have done; though, as it appeared afterwards, there was no need of all this caution from the enemies that I apprehended danger from.

The way I got into this place wasn’t through a door, but by a short ladder that let me climb over the top. Once I was inside, I pulled the ladder up behind me, so I felt completely enclosed and protected from the outside world. This made it possible for me to sleep soundly at night, which I otherwise wouldn’t have been able to do. However, it turned out later that I didn’t really need to be so cautious about the enemies I feared.


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Into this fence or fortress, with infinite labor, I carried all my riches, all my provisions, ammunition, and stores, of which you have the account above; and I made me a large tent, which, to preserve me from the rains that in one part of the year are very violent there, I made double, viz., one smaller tent within, and one larger tent above it, and covered the uppermost with a large tarpaulin, which I had saved among the sails. And now I lay no more for a while in the bed which I had brought on shore, but in a hammock, which was indeed a very good one, and belonged to the mate of the ship.

Into this enclosure or fortress, after a ton of hard work, I moved all my valuables, supplies, ammunition, and stock, as detailed above; and I set up a large tent. To protect myself from the intense rains that occur during part of the year, I built it double—one smaller tent inside and a larger tent on top of it, covering the outer one with a big tarp I had saved from the sails. For a while, I didn't sleep in the bed I had brought ashore but instead used a hammock, which was actually really nice and belonged to the ship's mate.

Into this tent I brought all my provisions, and everything that would spoil by the wet; and having thus enclosed all my goods, I made up the entrance, which, till now, I had left open, and so passed and repassed, as I said, by a short ladder.

Into this tent, I brought all my supplies and anything that could be ruined by the moisture. After securing all my belongings, I closed off the entrance, which I had previously left open, and I went in and out using a short ladder as I mentioned.

When I had done this, I began to work my way into the rock; and bringing all the earth and stones that I dug down out through my tent, I laid them up within my fence in the nature of a terrace, so that it raised the ground within about a foot and a half; and thus I made me a cave just behind my tent, which served me like a cellar to my house.

When I finished this, I started digging into the rock. I pulled all the dirt and stones I dug out through my tent and piled them up inside my fence like a terrace, raising the ground by about a foot and a half. This way, I created a cave just behind my tent, which acted like a cellar for my home.

It cost me much labor, and many days, before all these78 things were brought to perfection, and therefore I must go back to some other things which took up some of my thoughts. At the same time it happened, after I had laid my scheme for the setting up my tent, and making the cave, that a storm of rain falling from a thick dark cloud, a sudden flash of lightning happened, and after that a great clap of thunder, as is naturally the effect of it. I was not so much surprised with the lightning, as I was with a thought which darted into my mind as swift as the lightning itself. O my powder! My very heart sunk within me when I thought, that at one blast all my powder might be destroyed, on which, not my defence only, but the providing me food, as I thought, entirely depended. I was nothing near so anxious about my own danger; though had the powder took fire, I had never known who had hurt me.

It took a lot of effort and many days before all these things were finished, so I need to go back to some other thoughts I had. At the same time, after I had planned the setup for my tent and the cave, a storm hit with heavy rain from a thick, dark cloud. Suddenly, lightning struck, followed by a loud clap of thunder, which is the typical result. I wasn't so much startled by the lightning as I was by a thought that shot into my mind as fast as the lightning itself. Oh no, my powder! My heart dropped when I realized that one explosion could destroy all my powder, which I believed was crucial not just for my safety but also for my food supply. I wasn’t nearly as worried about my own danger; though if the powder had caught fire, I would have never known what had harmed me.

Such impression did this make upon me, that after the storm was over I laid aside all my works, my building, and fortifying, and applied myself to make bags and boxes to separate the powder, and keep it a little and a little in a parcel, in hope that whatever might come it might not all take fire at once, and to keep it so apart, that it should not be possible to make one part fire another. I finished this work in about a fortnight; and I think my powder, which in all was about 240 pounds weight, was divided in not less than a hundred parcels. As to the barrel that had been wet, I did not apprehend any danger from that, so I placed it in my new cave, which in my fancy I called my kitchen, and the rest I hid up and down in holes among the rocks, so that no wet might come to it, marking very carefully where I laid it.

The impression this left on me was so strong that after the storm passed, I put aside all my projects, my building, and fortifying efforts. Instead, I focused on making bags and boxes to separate the gunpowder, keeping it in smaller portions. I hoped that no matter what happened, it wouldn’t all ignite at once, and I wanted to keep it separated so that one part couldn't ignite another. I finished this task in about two weeks, and I divided my gunpowder, which weighed about 240 pounds in total, into at least a hundred parcels. As for the barrel that had gotten wet, I didn’t think it posed a risk, so I put it in my new cave, which I fancifully named my kitchen. I hid the rest in various crevices among the rocks, ensuring they wouldn't get wet, while carefully marking where I had stored everything.

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In the interval of time while this was doing, I went out once, at least, every day with my gun, as well to divert myself, as to see if I could kill anything fit for food, and as near as I could to acquaint myself with what the island produced. The first time I went out, I presently discovered that there were goats in the island, which was a great satisfaction to me; but then it was attended with this misfortune to me, viz., that they were so shy, so subtle, and so swift of foot, that it was the difficultest thing in the world to come at them. But I was not discouraged at this, not doubting but I might now and then shoot one, as it soon happened; for after I had found their haunts a little, I laid wait in this manner for them. I observed if they saw me in the valleys, though they were upon the rocks, they would run away as in a terrible fright; but if they were feeding in the valleys, and I was upon the rocks, they took no notice of me, from whence I concluded that, by the position of their optics, their sight was so directed downward, that they did not readily see objects that were above them. So afterwards I took this method; I always climbed the rocks first to get above them, and then had frequently a fair mark. The first shot I made among these creatures I killed a she-goat, which had a little kid by her, which she gave suck to, which grieved me heartily; but when the old one fell, the kid stood stock still by her till I came and took her up; and not only so, but when I carried the old one with me upon my shoulder, the kid followed me quite to my enclosure; upon which I laid down the dam, and took the kid in my arms, and carried it over my pale, in hopes to have bred it up tame; but it would not eat, so I was forced80 to kill it, and eat it myself. These two supplied me with flesh a great while, for I ate sparingly, and saved my provisions, my bread especially, as much as possibly I could.

During this time, I went out at least once a day with my gun, both to entertain myself and to see if I could hunt anything edible while getting to know what the island had to offer. The first time I ventured out, I quickly discovered there were goats on the island, which pleased me greatly; however, it also came with the unfortunate fact that they were extremely shy, clever, and fast, making it incredibly hard to catch them. Still, I wasn't discouraged, as I figured I might be able to shoot one now and then, which eventually happened. After I learned their hiding spots a little, I set up ambushes for them. I noticed that if they spotted me in the valleys while they were on the rocks, they would run away in panic. But when they were grazing in the valleys and I was on the rocks, they didn’t notice me, leading me to conclude that their eyesight was more focused downward, making it hard for them to see things above them. So, I adopted this strategy: I always climbed the rocks first to get above them, giving me a good chance to aim. My first shot at these creatures hit a female goat, which had a kid that she was nursing, and it made me very sad. When the mother fell, the kid stood frozen by her side until I came over to pick her up. Not only that, but when I carried the mother on my shoulder, the kid followed me all the way to my shelter. I laid the mother down and picked up the kid, hoping to raise it domestically, but it wouldn’t eat, so I had no choice but to kill it and eat it myself. These two provided me with meat for quite a while, as I ate sparingly and saved my supplies, especially my bread, as much as I could.

Having now fixed my habitation, I found it absolutely necessary to provide a place to make a fire in, and fuel to burn; and what I did for that, as also how I enlarged my cave, and what conveniences I made, I shall give a full account of in its place. But I must first give some little account of myself, and of my thoughts about living, which it may well be supposed were not a few.

Having settled into my home, I realized it was essential to create a place to build a fire and gather fuel. I'll explain how I did that, how I expanded my cave, and what comforts I made later on. But first, I should share a bit about myself and my thoughts on living, which were certainly numerous.

I had a dismal prospect of my condition; for as I was not cast away upon that island without being driven, as is said, by a violent storm, quite out of the course of our intended voyage, and a great way, viz., some hundreds of leagues out of the ordinary course of the trade of mankind, I had great reason to consider it as a determination of Heaven, that in this desolate place, and in this desolate manner, I should end my life. The tears would run plentifully down my face when I made these reflections, and sometimes I would expostulate with myself, why Providence should thus completely ruin its creatures, and render them so absolutely miserable, so without help abandoned, so entirely depressed, that it could hardly be rational to be thankful for such a life.

I had a bleak view of my situation; I wasn't stranded on that island by chance, but rather due to a violent storm that threw us far off course during our planned voyage, hundreds of leagues away from the usual routes of trade. I had strong reason to believe it was a decision made by Heaven that I would end my life in such a desolate place and in such a lonely way. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about this, and sometimes I questioned myself about why Providence would completely ruin its creations, leaving them so utterly miserable, so hopelessly abandoned, and so deeply crushed that it hardly seemed reasonable to be grateful for such a life.

But something always returned swift upon me to check these thoughts, and to reprove me; and particularly one day, walking with my gun in my hand by the seaside, I was very pensive upon the subject of my present condition, when Reason, as it were, expostulated with me t’other way, thus:81 “Well, you are in a desolate condition, it is true, but pray remember, where are the rest of you? Did not you come eleven of you into the boat? Where are the ten? Why were they not saved, and you lost? Why were you singled out? Is it better to be here, or there?” And then I pointed to the sea. All evils are to be considered with the good that is in them, and with what worse attends them.

But something always quickly came back to me to check these thoughts and to scold me; and one day, while I was walking by the seaside with my gun in hand, I was deep in thought about my current situation when Reason, as if it were, argued back with me like this: 81 “Well, you are in a bleak situation, that's true, but remember, where are the others? Didn’t you come in the boat with eleven people? Where are the other ten? Why weren't they saved, and you were left behind? Why were you the only one singled out? Is it better to be here or out there?” And then I pointed to the sea. All troubles should be weighed against the good that can come from them, and what worse may follow.

Then it occurred to me again, how I was furnished for my subsistence, and what would have been my case if it had not happened, which was an hundred thousand to one, that the ship floated from the place where she first struck and was driven so near to the shore that I had time to get all these things out of her; what would have been my case, if I had been to have lived in the condition in which I at first came on shore, without necessaries of life, or necessaries to supply and procure them? “Particularly,” said I aloud (though to myself), “what should I have done without a gun, without ammunition, without any tools to make anything or to work with, without clothes, bedding, a tent, or any manner of covering?” and that now I had all these to a sufficient quantity, and was in a fair way to provide myself in such a manner, as to live without my gun when my ammunition was spent; so that I had a tolerable view of subsisting without any want as long as I lived. For I considered from the beginning how I would provide for the accidents that might happen, and for the time that was to come, even not only after my ammunition should be spent, but even after my health or strength should decay.

Then it struck me again how I was equipped for my survival, and what my situation would have been if it hadn’t happened—an exceedingly unlikely scenario—that the ship floated from the spot where it initially ran aground and was pushed so close to the shore that I had the chance to get all these things out of her. What would I have done if I had been forced to live in the state I first found myself on shore, without the basic necessities of life, or the means to obtain them? “Especially,” I said aloud (though mostly to myself), “what would I have done without a gun, without ammunition, without any tools to create or fix things, without clothes, bedding, a tent, or any kind of shelter?” And now, I had all these in sufficient quantity, and I was finding ways to provide for myself so that I could live even after my ammunition ran out. I had a decent plan for getting by without any needs for as long as I lived. I had thought from the start about how to prepare for any accidents that might occur, and for the future—not just after my ammunition was used up, but even after my health or strength diminished.

I confess I had not entertained any notion of my ammunition82 being destroyed at one blast—I mean, my powder being blown up by lightning; and this made the thoughts of it so surprising to me when it lightened and thundered, as I observed just now.

I admit I never thought my gunpowder82 could be destroyed in an explosion—I mean, blown up by lightning; so when it flashed and thundered just now, it caught me completely off guard.

And now being to enter into a melancholy relation of a scene of silent life, such, perhaps, as was never heard of in the world before, I shall take it from its beginning, and continue it in its order. It was, by my account, the 30th of September when, in the manner as above said, I first set foot upon this horrid island, when the sun being to us in its autumnal equinox, was almost just over my head, for I reckoned myself, by observation, to be in the latitude of 9 degrees 22 minutes north of the line.

And now, as I begin to share a sad story about a scene of quiet life, one that might never have been seen before, I will start from the beginning and go on in order. It was, by my calculations, the 30th of September when, as mentioned earlier, I first stepped onto this dreadful island. The sun, around the time of the autumn equinox, was nearly directly above me, and I estimated, based on my observations, that I was at a latitude of 9 degrees 22 minutes north of the equator.


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After I had been there about ten or twelve days, it came into my thoughts that I should lose my reckoning of time for want of books and pen and ink, and should even forget the Sabbath days from the working days; but to prevent this, I cut it with my knife upon a large post, in capital letters; and making it into a great cross, I set it up on the shore where I first landed, viz., “I came on shore here on the 30th of September, 1659.” Upon the sides of this square post I cut every day a notch with my knife, and every seventh notch was as long again as the rest, and every first day of the month as long again as that long one; and thus I kept my calendar, or weekly, monthly, and yearly reckoning of time.

After about ten or twelve days of being there, I realized that I might lose track of time without books and pen and ink, and might even forget which days were Sundays and which were weekdays. To avoid this, I used my knife to carve into a large post in big letters; I made a cross and set it up on the shore where I first landed, saying, “I came ashore here on the 30th of September, 1659.” On the sides of this square post, I marked a notch every day with my knife, making every seventh notch twice as long as the others, and every first day of the month twice as long as that longer notch. This way, I kept track of my calendar and my weekly, monthly, and yearly time.

In the next place we are to observe, that among the many things which I brought out of the ship in the several voyages, which, as above mentioned, I made to it, I got several things of less value, but not all less useful to me, which I omitted setting down before; as in particular, pens, ink, and paper, several parcels in the captain’s, mate’s, gunner’s, and carpenter’s keeping, three or four compasses, some mathematical instruments, dials, perspectives, charts, and books of navigation, all of which I huddled together, whether I might want them or no. Also84 I found three very good Bibles, which came to me in my cargo from England, and which I had packed up among my things; some Portuguese books also, and among them two or three Popish prayer-books, and several other books, all which I carefully secured. And I must not forget, that we had in the ship a dog and two cats, of whose eminent history I may have occasion to say something in its place; for I carried both the cats with me; and as for the dog, he jumped out of the ship of himself, and swam on shore to me the day after I went on shore with my first cargo, and was a trusty servant to me many years. I wanted nothing that he could fetch me, nor any company that he could make up to me; I only wanted to have him talk to me, but that would not do. As I observed before, I found pen, ink, and paper, and I husbanded them to the utmost; and I shall show that while my ink lasted, I kept things very exact; but after that was gone, I could not, for I could not make any ink by any means that I could devise.

Next, I want to point out that among the many items I brought from the ship during the various trips I mentioned, I collected several things that were less valuable but still useful to me, which I hadn’t noted before. Specifically, there were pens, ink, and paper, along with several parcels belonging to the captain, mate, gunner, and carpenter. I also grabbed three or four compasses, some math tools, dials, lenses, charts, and navigation books, all of which I gathered together in case I needed them. Additionally, I found three really nice Bibles that I had brought from England, packed among my belongings; I also had some Portuguese books, including two or three Catholic prayer books, as well as several other books, all of which I made sure to keep safe. I should also mention that there was a dog and two cats on the ship, whose interesting stories I may share later. I took both cats with me, and the dog jumped out of the ship on his own, swimming ashore to me the day after I arrived with my first load. He was a loyal companion to me for many years. He could fetch me anything I needed and kept me company, though I wished he could talk to me, which wasn’t possible. As I mentioned earlier, I found pen, ink, and paper, and I used them as efficiently as possible; I can show that while I had ink, I kept things well organized. However, once the ink ran out, I couldn’t recreate it using any methods I could think of.

And this put me in mind that I wanted many things, notwithstanding all that I had amassed together; and of these, this of ink was one, as also spade, pick-axe, and shovel, to dig or remove the earth, needles, pins, and thread; as for linen, I soon learned to want that without much difficulty.

And this reminded me that I wanted many things, despite all that I had collected; among these, ink was one, as well as a spade, pickaxe, and shovel for digging or moving the earth, along with needles, pins, and thread; as for linen, I quickly learned to do without it without much trouble.

—and making it into a great cross, I set it up on the shore where I first landed—

This want of tools made every work I did go on heavily; and it was near a whole year before I had entirely finished my little pale or surrounded habitation. The piles or stakes, which were as heavy as I could well lift, were a long time in cutting and preparing in the woods, and more by far in bringing home; so that I spent sometimes two days in cutting and bringing85 home one of those posts, and a third day in driving it into the ground; for which purpose I got a heavy piece of wood at first, but at last bethought myself of one of the iron crows, which, however, though I found it, yet it made driving those posts or piles very laborious and tedious work.

Not having the right tools made everything I did feel like a huge struggle; it took nearly a whole year before I had completely finished my little fenced-in home. The logs, which were as heavy as I could manage, took a long time to cut and prepare in the woods, and even longer to carry back home. Sometimes, I spent two entire days cutting and hauling one of those posts, and a third day just getting it into the ground. At first, I used a heavy piece of wood, but eventually, I remembered I had one of the iron crowbars. However, even with that, driving those posts into the ground was still really hard and time-consuming work.85

But what need I have been concerned at the tediousness of anything I had to do, seeing I had time enough to do it in? Nor had I any other employment, if that had been over, at least, that I could foresee, except the ranging the island to seek for food, which I did more or less every day.

But why should I worry about the boring tasks I had to do when I had plenty of time to get them done? I didn't have any other responsibilities, at least none that I could see coming, other than exploring the island to look for food, which I did almost every day.

I now began to consider seriously my condition, and the circumstance I was reduced to; and I drew up the state of my affairs in writing; not so much to leave them to any that were to come after me, for I was like to have but few heirs, as to deliver my thoughts from daily poring upon them, and afflicting my mind. And as my reason began now to master my despondency, I began to comfort myself as well as I could, and to set the good against the evil, that I might have something to distinguish my case from worse; and I stated it very impartially, like debtor and creditor, the comforts I enjoyed against the miseries I suffered, thus:

I started to seriously think about my situation and the circumstances I found myself in. I wrote down my thoughts about my affairs, not really for anyone who might come after me—since I likely wouldn't have many heirs—but to free my mind from constantly dwelling on them and stressing myself out. As I began to regain control over my despair, I tried to comfort myself as best as I could and to balance the good with the bad so I could see how my situation compared to worse ones. I listed everything fairly, like a balance sheet, weighing the comforts I had against the hardships I faced:

Evil. Good.
I am cast upon a horrible desolate island, void of all hope of recovery. But I am alive, and not drowned, as all my ship’s company was.
I am singled out and separated, as it were, from all the world to be miserable. But I am singled out, too, from all the ship’s crew to be86 spared from death; and He that miraculously saved me from death, can deliver me from this condition.
I am divided from mankind, a solitaire, one banished from human society. But I am not starved and perishing on a barren place, affording no sustenance.
I have not clothes to cover me. But I am in a hot climate, where if I had clothes I could hardly wear them.
I am without any defence or means to resist any violence of man or beast. But I am cast on an island, where I see no wild beasts to hurt me, as I saw on the coast of Africa; and what if I had been shipwrecked there?
I have no soul to speak to, or relieve me. But God wonderfully sent the ship in near enough to the shore, that I have gotten out so many necessary things as will either supply my wants, or enable me to supply myself even as long as I live.

Upon the whole, here was an undoubted testimony, that there was scarce any condition in the world so miserable, but there was something negative or something positive to be thankful for in it; and let this stand as a direction from the experience of the most miserable of all conditions in this world, that we may always find in it something to comfort ourselves from,87 and to set in the description of good and evil on the credit side of the account.

Overall, this is clear proof that no matter how miserable a situation is, there's always something negative or something positive to be grateful for. Let this serve as a lesson from the experience of the most miserable conditions in the world: we can always find something to comfort ourselves with and to add to the positive side of our life's balance sheet.87

Having now brought my mind a little to relish my condition, and given over looking out to sea, to see if I could spy a ship; I say, giving over these things, I began to apply myself to accommodate my way of living, and to make things as easy to me as I could.

Having now taken some time to accept my situation, and stopped staring out at the sea to see if I could spot a ship; I mean, having let go of those thoughts, I began to focus on adjusting my lifestyle and making things as comfortable for myself as possible.

I have already described my habitation, which was a tent under the side of a rock, surrounded with a strong pale of posts and cables; but I might now rather call it a wall, for I raised a kind of wall up against it of turfs, about two feet thick on the outside, and after some time—I think it was a year and a half—I raised rafters from it leading to the rock, and thatched or covered it with boughs of trees and such things as I could get to keep out the rain, which I found at some times of the year very violent.

I've already described my living situation, which was a tent next to a rock, surrounded by a sturdy fence made of posts and cables; but I could call it a wall now, since I built a sort of wall against it made of turf, about two feet thick on the outside. After a while—I think it was a year and a half—I put up rafters from it that reached to the rock and covered it with tree branches and whatever I could find to keep out the rain, which could be pretty intense at certain times of the year.

I have already observed how I brought all my goods into this pale, and into the cave which I had made behind me. But I must observe, too, that at first this was a confused heap of goods, which as they lay in no order, so they took up all my place; I had no room to turn myself. So I set myself to enlarge my cave and works farther into the earth; for it was a loose sandy rock, which yielded easily to the labor I bestowed on it. And so, when I found I was pretty safe as to beasts of prey, I worked sideways to the right hand into the rock; and then, turning to the right again, worked quite out, and made me a door to come out on the outside of my pale or fortification. This gave me not only egress and regress, as it were a88 back-way to my tent and to my storehouse, but gave me room to stow my goods.

I’ve already mentioned how I moved all my stuff inside this enclosure and into the cave I made behind me. But I should also point out that at first, it was just a jumbled pile of things that took up all the space; I had no room to move. So, I decided to dig out my cave further into the ground since it was made of loose sandy rock that was easy to work with. Once I felt pretty safe from wild animals, I started digging sideways to the right inside the rock, and then, turning right again, I worked all the way out to create a door that led outside my enclosure. This not only gave me a way to go in and out, as if it were a back entrance to my tent and storage area, but it also gave me space to store my things.

And now I began to apply myself to make such necessary things as I found I most wanted, as particularly a chair and a table; for without these I was not able to enjoy the few comforts I had in the world. I could not write or eat, or do several things with so much pleasure without a table.

And now I started to focus on making some essential items that I realized I really needed, especially a chair and a table; without these, I couldn’t fully enjoy the few comforts I had in the world. I couldn’t write or eat, or do many things with much enjoyment without a table.

So I went to work; and here I must needs observe, that as reason is the substance and original of the mathematics, so by stating and squaring everything by reason, and by making the most rational judgment of things, every man may be in time master of every mechanic art. I had never handled a tool in my life; and yet in time, by labor, application, and contrivance, I found at last that I wanted nothing but I could have made it, especially if I had had tools. However, I made abundance of things even without tools, and some with no more tools than an adze and a hatchet, which, perhaps, were never made that way before, and that with infinite labor. For example, if I wanted a board, I had no other way but to cut down a tree, set it on an edge before me, and hew it flat on either side with my axe, till I had brought it to be thin as a plank, and then dub it smooth with my adze. It is true, by this method I could make but one board out of a whole tree; but this I had no remedy for but patience, any more than I had for the prodigious deal of time and labor which it took me up to make a plank or board. But my time or labor was little worth, and so it was as well employed one way as another.

So I went to work; and here I must point out that just as reason is the foundation of mathematics, by analyzing and evaluating everything logically, anyone can eventually master any craft. I had never used a tool in my life; but over time, through hard work, dedication, and creativity, I realized that I could make anything I needed, especially if I had tools. Still, I managed to create plenty of things even without them, and some with nothing more than a chisel and a hatchet, which probably had never been made that way before, and that took a huge amount of effort. For instance, if I needed a board, the only way I could do it was to cut down a tree, stand it up in front of me, and shape it flat on both sides with my axe until it was as thin as a plank, and then smooth it out with my chisel. It’s true that with this method, I could only make one board from an entire tree; but there was nothing I could do about that except be patient, just like I couldn't do anything about the incredible amount of time and effort it took to make a plank or board. But since my time and labor were of little value, it didn't matter much how I spent them.

However, I made me a table and a chair, as I observed89 above, in the first place, and this I did out of the short pieces of boards that I brought on my raft from the ship. But when I had wrought out some boards, as above, I made large shelves of the breadth of a foot and a half one over another, all along one side of my cave, to lay all my tools, nails, and iron-work; and, in a word, to separate everything at large in their places, that I might come easily at them. I knocked pieces into the wall of the rock to hang my guns and all things that would hang up; so that had my cave been to be seen, it looked like a general magazine of all necessary things; and I had everything so ready at my hand, that it was a great pleasure to me to see all my goods in such order, and especially to find my stock of all necessaries so great.

I made myself a table and a chair, as I mentioned earlier89. I created these from the short pieces of wood I salvaged on my raft from the ship. After crafting some boards, I built large shelves, each a foot and a half wide, stacked one over the other along one side of my cave. This was to organize all my tools, nails, and metal parts, keeping everything in its place so I could find it easily. I also secured pieces into the rock wall to hang my guns and anything else that could be hung. If someone could see my cave, it would look like a complete storage room filled with all the essentials. I took great pleasure in having everything so organized and especially enjoyed seeing that I had a good supply of all the necessities.

And now it was when I began to keep a journal of every day’s employment; for, indeed, at first I was in too much hurry, and not only hurry as to labor, but in too much discomposure of mind; and my journal would have been full of many dull things. For example, I must have said thus: Sept, the 30th.—After I got to shore, and had escaped drowning, instead of being thankful to God for my deliverance, having first vomited with the great quantity of salt water which was gotten into my stomach, and recovering myself a little, I ran about the shore, wringing my hands, and beating my head and face, exclaiming at my misery, and crying out, I was undone, undone, till, tired and faint, I was forced to lie down on the ground to repose; but durst not sleep, for fear of being devoured.

And now I started keeping a journal of each day's activities; because at first, I was too rushed, not just in my work but also feeling really unsettled. My journal would have been filled with boring stuff. For instance, I would have written something like: Sept 30.—After I reached the shore and escaped drowning, instead of being grateful to God for saving me, I first threw up from all the salt water I had swallowed. Once I got my bearings a bit, I ran around the beach, wringing my hands, hitting my head and face, yelling about my misery, and screaming that I was ruined, ruined, until I was so exhausted and faint that I had to lie down on the ground to rest; but I didn’t dare sleep, scared I might be eaten.

Some days after this, and after I had been on board the ship, and got all that I could out of her, yet I could not forbear90 getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship; then fancy at a vast distance I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and then, after looking steadily till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

A few days later, after I had been on the ship and learned all I could from her, I couldn’t help but climb to the top of a small mountain to gaze out at the sea, hoping to spot a ship. I thought I saw a sail far off in the distance and let myself get excited about it. Then, after staring intently until I almost went blind, I lost sight of it completely, sat down, and cried like a child, only to make my misery worse with my own foolishness.

But having gotten over these things in some measure, and having settled my household stuff and habitation, made me a table and a chair, and all as handsome about me as I could, I began to keep my journal, of which I shall here give you the copy (though in it will be told all these particulars over again) as long as it lasted; for, having no more ink, I was forced to leave it off.

But after getting past these things to some extent, and having organized my home and living space, making a table and a chair, and making everything as nice as I could, I started to keep my journal, of which I will share a copy here (even though it recounts all these details again) as long as it lasted; since I ran out of ink, I had to stop writing.


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September 30, 1659.—I, poor miserable Robinson Crusoe, being shipwrecked, during a dreadful storm, in the offing, came on shore on this dismal unfortunate island, which I called the Island of Despair, all the rest of the ship’s company being drowned, and myself almost dead.

September 30, 1659.—I, poor miserable Robinson Crusoe, was shipwrecked during a terrible storm offshore and washed up on this dismal, unfortunate island, which I named the Island of Despair, while the rest of the crew drowned, and I was nearly dead.

All the rest of that day I spent in afflicting myself at the dismal circumstances I was brought to, viz., I had neither food, house, clothes, weapon, nor place to fly to; and in despair of any relief, saw nothing but death before me; either that I should be devoured by wild beasts, murdered by savages, or starved to death for want of food. At the approach of night, I slept in a tree for fear of wild creatures, but slept soundly, though it rained all night.

All the rest of that day, I tortured myself over the terrible situation I was in. I had no food, shelter, clothes, weapons, or anywhere to escape to. Despairing of any help, I could see nothing ahead but death—either being eaten by wild animals, killed by savages, or starving to death from lack of food. As night approached, I slept in a tree to avoid wild creatures, but I slept soundly even though it rained all night.

Oct. 1.—In the morning I saw, to my great surprise, the ship had floated with the high tide, and was driven on shore again much nearer the island; which, as it was some comfort on one hand, for seeing her sit upright, and not broken to pieces, I hoped, if the wind abated, I might get on board, and get some food and necessaries out of her for my relief; so, on the other hand, it renewed my grief at the loss of my comrades, who, I92 imagined, if we had all stayed on board, might have saved the ship, or at least that they would not have been all drowned as they were; and that had the men been saved, we might perhaps have built us a boat out of the ruins of the ship, to have carried us to some other part of the world. I spent great part of this day in perplexing myself on these things; but at length seeing the ship almost dry, I went upon the sand as near as I could, and then swam on board; this day also it continued raining, though with no wind at all.

Oct. 1.—In the morning, I was surprised to see that the ship had floated with the high tide and had been washed ashore much closer to the island. On one hand, it was somewhat reassuring to see her upright and not broken apart; I hoped that if the wind died down, I could board her and retrieve some food and supplies for my survival. On the other hand, it renewed my sorrow over the loss of my friends, who I imagined might have saved the ship if we had all stayed on board. At the very least, they wouldn’t have all drowned as they did. If the men had survived, we might have been able to build a boat from the wreckage to take us to another part of the world. I spent a large part of the day worrying about these thoughts, but eventually, seeing the ship almost dry, I went onto the sand as close as I could and then swam aboard. It continued to rain all day, although there was no wind at all.

From the 1st of October to the 24th.—All these days entirely spent in many several voyages to get all I could out of the ship, which I brought on shore, every tide of flood, upon rafts. Much rain also in these days, though with some intervals of fair weather; but, it seems, this was the rainy season.

From October 1st to the 24th.—I spent all these days making multiple trips to get as much as I could from the ship, which I brought ashore on rafts with every high tide. There was a lot of rain during these days, although there were some breaks of nice weather; it seems this was the rainy season.

Oct. 20.—I overset my raft, and all the goods I had got upon it; but being in shoal water, and the things being chiefly heavy, I recovered many of them when the tide was out.

Oct. 20.—I tipped over my raft and lost all the stuff I had on it; but since I was in shallow water and most of the items were heavy, I managed to get a lot of them back when the tide went out.

Oct. 25.—It rained all night and all day, with some gusts of wind, during which time the ship broke in pieces, the wind blowing a little harder than before, and was no more to be seen, except the wreck of her, and that only at low water. I spent this day in covering and securing the goods which I had saved, that the rain might not spoil them.

Oct. 25.—It rained all night and all day, with some strong gusts of wind. During that time, the ship broke apart, the wind blowing harder than before, and it was no longer visible, except for the wreckage, which could only be seen at low tide. I spent the day covering and protecting the goods I had salvaged so that the rain wouldn't ruin them.

Oct. 26.—I walked about the shore almost all day to find out a place to fix my habitation, greatly concerned to secure myself from an attack in the night, either from wild beasts or men. Towards night I fixed upon a proper place under a rock, and marked out a semicircle for my encampment, which I93 resolved to strengthen with a work, wall, or fortification made of double piles, lined within with cables, and without with turf.

Oct. 26.—I spent most of the day walking along the shore, looking for a good spot to set up my home, really worried about protecting myself from nighttime attacks, whether from wild animals or people. By evening, I found a suitable place under a rock and outlined a semicircle for my camp. I decided to fortify it with a structure made of double stakes, lined inside with ropes and covered outside with grass.

From the 26th to the 30th I worked very hard in carrying all my goods to my new habitation, though some part of the time it rained exceeding hard.

From the 26th to the 30th, I worked really hard moving all my stuff to my new place, even though it rained heavily at times.

The 31st, in the morning, I went out into the island with my gun to seek for some food, and discover the country; when I killed a she-goat, and her kid followed me home, which I afterwards killed also, because it would not feed.

On the 31st, in the morning, I went out onto the island with my gun to look for some food and explore the area. I ended up killing a female goat, and her kid followed me back home. I later killed the kid too since it wouldn't eat.

Nov. 1.—I set up my tent under a rock, and lay there the first night, making it as large as I could, with stakes driven in to swing my hammock upon.

Nov. 1.—I set up my tent under a rock and spent the first night there, making it as spacious as possible, with stakes driven in to hang my hammock from.

Nov. 2.—I set up all my chests and boards, and the pieces of timber which made my rafts, and with them formed a fence round me, a little within the place I had marked out for my fortification.

Nov. 2.—I arranged all my chests and boards, along with the pieces of wood I used to make my rafts, and I built a fence around myself, slightly inside the area I had designated for my fortification.

Nov. 3.—I went out with my gun, and killed two fowls like ducks, which were very good food. In the afternoon went to work to make me a table.

Nov. 3.—I went out with my gun and shot two birds that looked like ducks, which made for great food. In the afternoon, I started making a table for myself.

Nov. 4.—This morning I began to order my times of work, of going out with my gun, time of sleep, and time of diversion, viz., every morning I walked out with my gun for two or three hours, if it did not rain; then employed myself to work till about eleven o’clock; then eat what I had to live on; and from twelve to two I lay down to sleep, the weather being excessive hot; and then in the evening to work again. The working part of this day and of the next were wholly employed in making my table; for I was yet but a very sorry workman, though time94 and necessity made me a complete natural mechanic soon after, as I believe it would do any one else.

Nov. 4.—This morning I started to organize my daily schedule for work, hunting, sleeping, and relaxing. Every morning, I would go out with my gun for two or three hours, weather permitting. After that, I worked until around eleven o’clock, then I ate whatever I had to sustain myself. From twelve to two, I took a nap since it was extremely hot outside, and then I worked again in the evening. The work I did today and tomorrow was entirely focused on making my table. I was still a pretty poor craftsman at that point, but I soon became a decent self-taught mechanic out of necessity, just like I believe anyone else would.

Nov. 5.—This day went abroad with my gun and my dog, and killed a wild cat; her skin pretty soft, but her flesh good for nothing. Every creature I killed, I took off the skins and preserved them. Coming back by the sea-shore, I saw many sorts of sea-fowls, which I did not understand; but was surprised, and almost frightened, with two or three seals, which, while I was gazing at, not well knowing what they were, got into the sea, and escaped me for that time.

Nov. 5.—Today, I went out with my gun and my dog, and I shot a wild cat. Its skin was quite soft, but the meat was useless. Every animal I killed, I skinned and preserved the hides. On my way back along the beach, I saw many kinds of sea birds that I didn’t recognize; but I was startled, and almost scared, by two or three seals that, while I was staring at them, not quite sure what they were, slipped into the water and got away from me this time.

Nov. 6.—After my morning walk I went to work with my table again, and finished it, though not to my liking; nor was it long before I learned to mend it.

Nov. 6.—After my morning walk, I went back to work on my table and finished it, even though it didn't turn out the way I wanted; it wasn't long before I figured out how to fix it.

Nov. 7.—Now it began to be settled fair weather. The 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, and part of the 12th (for the 11th was Sunday) I took wholly up to make me a chair, and with much ado, brought it to a tolerable shape, but never to please me; and even in the making, I pulled it in pieces several times. Note, I soon neglected my keeping Sundays; for, omitting my mark for them on my post, I forgot which was which.

Nov. 7.—The weather started to settle down nicely. From the 7th to the 10th, and part of the 12th (the 11th was a Sunday), I focused entirely on making a chair. After much effort, I got it to an okay shape, but it never really satisfied me; I ended up taking it apart several times during the process. I also quickly stopped keeping track of Sundays; I neglected to mark them on my post and lost track of which day was which.

Nov. 13.—This day it rained, which refreshed me exceedingly, and cooled the earth; but it was accompanied with terrible thunder and lightning, which frightened me dreadfully, for fear of my powder. As soon as it was over, I resolved to separate my stock of powder into as many little parcels as possible, that it might not be in danger.

Nov. 13.—Today it rained, which refreshed me a lot and cooled the ground; however, it came with intense thunder and lightning, which terrified me because I was worried about my gunpowder. Once it was over, I decided to split my supply of gunpowder into as many small portions as possible, to keep it safe from danger.

Nov. 14, 15, 16.—These three days I spent in making little square chests or boxes, which might hold about a pound, or95 two pound at most, of powder; and so putting the powder in, I stowed it in places as secure and remote from one another as possible. On one of these three days I killed a large bird that was good to eat, but I know not what to call it.

Nov. 14, 15, 16.—I spent these three days making small square chests or boxes that could hold about a pound, or at most two pounds, of gunpowder. I carefully stored the powder in locations that were as secure and far apart from each other as possible. On one of these days, I killed a large bird that was good to eat, but I don’t know its name.

Nov. 17.—This day I began to dig behind my tent into the rock, to make room for my farther convenience. Note, three things I wanted exceedingly for this work, viz., a pick-axe, a shovel, and a wheelbarrow or basket; so I desisted from my work, and began to consider how to supply that want, and make me some tools. As for a pick-axe, I made use of the iron crows, which were proper enough, though heavy; but the next thing was a shovel or spade. This was so absolutely necessary, that indeed I could do nothing effectually without it; but what kind of one to make, I knew not.

Nov. 17.—Today I started digging behind my tent into the rock to create more space for myself. I really needed three things for this task: a pickaxe, a shovel, and a wheelbarrow or basket. So, I stopped working and started thinking about how to get those supplies and make myself some tools. For the pickaxe, I used the iron crowbars, which worked pretty well, even though they were heavy. But the next thing was a shovel or spade. This was absolutely necessary since I couldn’t do anything effective without it, but I didn't know what kind to make.

Nov. 18.—The next day, in searching the woods, I found a tree of that wood, or like it, which in the Brazils they call the iron tree, for its exceeding hardness; of this, with great labor, and almost spoiling my axe, I cut a piece, and brought it home, too, with difficulty enough, for it was exceeding heavy.

Nov. 18.—The following day, while searching the woods, I discovered a tree of that type, or something similar, which they refer to as the iron tree in Brazil, due to its incredible hardness. With considerable effort, and nearly damaging my axe, I cut off a piece and brought it home, though it was quite a challenge because it was extremely heavy.

The excessive hardness of the wood, and having no other way, made me a long while upon this machine, for I worked it effectually, by little and little, into the form of a shovel or spade, the handle exactly shaped like ours in England, only that the broad part having no iron shod upon it at bottom, it would not last me so long. However, it served well enough for the uses which I had occasion to put it to; but never was a shovel, I believe, made after that fashion, or so long a-making.

The extreme hardness of the wood, and having no other option, kept me working on this machine for quite a while. I gradually shaped it into a shovel or spade, with the handle designed just like ours in England, except the wide part at the bottom didn’t have any iron reinforcement, so it wouldn't last as long. Still, it worked well enough for what I needed it for; however, I doubt a shovel was ever made that way or took so long to create.

I was still deficient, for I wanted a basket or a wheelbarrow.96 A basket I could not make by any means, having no such things at twigs that would bend to make wicker-ware, at least none yet found out. And as to a wheelbarrow, I fancied I could make all but the wheel, but that I had no notion of, neither did I know how to go about it; besides, I had no possible way to make the iron gudgeons for the spindle or axis of the wheel to run in, so I gave it over; and so for carrying away the earth which I dug out of the cave, I made me a thing like a hod which the laborers carry mortar in, when they serve the bricklayers.

I still felt unprepared because I needed a basket or a wheelbarrow.96 I couldn't make a basket at all since I didn't have any flexible twigs to create wickerwork—at least, I hadn't found any yet. As for a wheelbarrow, I thought I could make everything except for the wheel, and I had no idea how to do that. I also had no way to create the iron fittings for the wheel's spindle or axle, so I gave up on that idea. Instead, to carry away the dirt I was digging out of the cave, I constructed something like a hod that workers use to carry mortar to bricklayers.

This was not so difficult to me as the making the shovel; and yet this, and the shovel, and the attempt which I made in vain to make a wheelbarrow, took me up no less than four days; I mean always, excepting my morning walk with my gun, which I seldom failed, and very seldom failed also bringing home something fit to eat.

This was not as difficult for me as making the shovel; yet, this, the shovel, and my unsuccessful attempt to make a wheelbarrow each took me four days. I mean, always, except for my morning walk with my gun, which I rarely missed, and I also rarely came home empty-handed with something good to eat.

Nov. 23.—My other work having now stood still because of my making these tools, when they were finished I went on, and working every day, as my strength and time allowed, I spent eighteen days entirely in widening and deepening my cave, that it might hold my goods commodiously.

Nov. 23.—My other work had come to a halt because I was making these tools. Once they were finished, I got back to it and worked every day as much as I could manage. I spent eighteen days focused entirely on expanding and deepening my cave so it could comfortably hold my stuff.

Note.—During all this time I worked to make this room or cave spacious enough to accommodate me as a warehouse or magazine, a kitchen, a dining-room, and a cellar; as for my lodging, I kept to the tent, except that sometimes in the wet season of the year it rained so hard, that I could not keep myself dry, which caused me afterwards to cover all my place within my pale with long poles, in the form of rafters, leaning97 against the rock, and load them with flags and large leaves of trees, like a thatch.

Note.—During all this time, I worked to make this room or cave spacious enough to serve as a warehouse, a kitchen, a dining room, and a cellar. As for my sleeping arrangements, I stuck to the tent, except sometimes during the wet season when it rained so heavily that I couldn’t stay dry. This made me later cover the entire area within my boundary with long poles, arranged like rafters, leaning against the rock, and loaded them with reeds and large leaves from trees to create a thatched roof.

Dec. 10.—I began now to think my cave or vault finished, when on a sudden (it seems I had made it too large) a great quantity of earth fell down from the top and one side, so much, that, in short, it frightened me, and not without reason too; for if I had been under it, I had never wanted a grave-digger. Upon this disaster I had a great deal of work to do over again; for I had the loose earth to carry out; and, which was of more importance, I had the ceiling to prop up, so that I might be sure no more would come down.

Dec. 10.—I thought my cave or vault was finally finished when suddenly (it seems like I made it too big) a huge amount of dirt fell from the top and one side. It scared me, and rightly so; if I had been underneath it, I wouldn’t have needed a grave-digger. Because of this disaster, I had a lot of work to redo; I had to remove the loose dirt, and, more importantly, I needed to support the ceiling to make sure nothing else would fall.

Dec. 11.—This day I went to work with it accordingly, and got two shores or posts pitched upright to the top, with two pieces of boards across over each post. This I finished the next day; and setting more posts up with boards, in about a week more I had the roof secure; and the posts standing in rows, served me for partitions to part of my house.

Dec. 11.—Today I got to work on it and managed to get two posts set upright, reaching the top, with two boards placed across each one. I finished that the next day, and by setting up more posts with boards, I secured the roof in about a week. The posts standing in rows also acted as partitions to section off parts of my house.

Dec. 17.—From this day to the twentieth I placed shelves, and knocked up nails on the posts to hang everything up that could be hung up; and now I began to be in some order within doors.

Dec. 17.—From today until the 20th, I put up shelves and hammered nails into the posts to hang everything that could be hung; and now I started to have a bit of order inside.

Dec. 20.—Now I carried everything into the cave, and began to furnish my house, and set up some pieces of boards, like a dresser, to order my victuals upon; but boards began to be very scarce with me; also I made me another table.

Dec. 20.—I carried everything into the cave and started to set up my place. I gathered some pieces of wood to create a dresser for my food, but wood was becoming pretty scarce. I also made another table.

Dec. 24.—Much rain all night and all day; no stirring out.

Dec. 24.—It rained heavily all night and throughout the day; no one went out.

Dec. 25.—Rain all day.

Dec. 25.—Rainy all day.

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Dec. 26.—No rain, and the earth much cooler than before, and pleasanter.

Dec. 26.—No rain, and the ground feels much cooler than before, and more pleasant.

Dec. 27.—Killed a young goat, and lamed another, so that I caught it, and led it home on a string. When I had it home, I bound and splintered up its leg, which was broke. N.B.—I took such care of it, that it lived; and the leg grew well and as strong as ever; but by my nursing it so long it grew tame, and fed upon the little green at my door, and would not go away. This was the first time that I entertained a thought of breeding up some tame creatures, that I might have food when my powder and shot was all spent.

Dec. 27.—I killed a young goat and injured another, so I caught it and led it home on a string. Once I got it home, I wrapped and splinted its broken leg. N.B.—I took such good care of it that it survived, and its leg healed strong as ever. However, because I nursed it for so long, it became tame, fed on the little greenery at my door, and wouldn’t leave. This was the first time I thought about raising some tame animals, so I would have food when my gunpowder and ammunition ran out.

Dec. 28, 29, 30.—Great heats and no breeze, so that there was no stirring abroad, except in the evening, for food. This time I spent in putting all my things in order within doors.

Dec. 28, 29, 30.—It was really hot with no wind, so nobody was out and about except in the evening for food. I spent this time organizing all my stuff inside.

Jan. 1.—Very hot still, but I went abroad early and late with my gun, and lay still in the middle of the day. This evening, going farther into the valleys which lay towards the centre of the island, I found there was plenty of goats, though exceeding shy, and hard to come at. However I resolved to try if I could not bring my dog to hunt them down.

Jan. 1.—It was still very hot, but I went out early and late with my gun, staying still in the middle of the day. This evening, as I went deeper into the valleys toward the center of the island, I discovered that there were plenty of goats, although they were very shy and hard to catch. Nonetheless, I decided to see if I could train my dog to hunt them down.

Jan. 2.—Accordingly, the next day, I went out with my dog, and set him upon the goats; but I was mistaken, for they all faced about upon the dog; and he knew his danger too well, for he would not come near them.

Jan. 2.—So, the next day, I took my dog out and set him on the goats; but I was wrong, because they all turned to confront him, and he knew he was in trouble, so he wouldn’t approach them.

Jan. 8.—I began my fence or wall; which, being still jealous of my being attacked by somebody, I resolved to make very thick and strong.

Jan. 8.—I started building my fence or wall; feeling anxious about the possibility of being attacked by someone, I decided to make it very thick and strong.

N.B.—This wall being described before, I purposely omit99 what was said in the journal. It is sufficient to observe that I was no less time than from the 3rd of January to the 14th of April working, finishing, and perfecting this wall, though it was no more than about twenty-four yards in length, being a half circle from one place in the rock to another place about eight yards from it, the door of the cave being in the centre behind it.

N.B.—Since I've already described this wall, I'll skip what was mentioned in the journal. It's enough to note that I spent from January 3rd to April 14th working on, finishing, and perfecting this wall, even though it was only about twenty-four yards long, forming a half-circle from one spot in the rock to another about eight yards away, with the door of the cave in the center behind it.

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All this time I worked very hard, the rains hindering me many days, nay, sometimes weeks together; but I thought I should never be perfectly secure till this wall was finished. And it is scarce credible what inexpressible labor everything was done with, especially the bringing piles out of the woods, and driving them into the ground; for I made them much bigger than I need to have done.

All this time I worked really hard, with the rain holding me back for many days, and sometimes even weeks; but I believed I wouldn’t feel completely safe until this wall was finished. It’s hard to believe just how much effort everything took, especially hauling the posts out of the woods and driving them into the ground, since I made them a lot bigger than I actually needed to.

When this wall was finished, and the outside double-fenced with a turf-wall raised up close to it, I persuaded myself that if any people were to come on shore there, they would not perceive anything like a habitation; and it was very well I did so, as may be observed hereafter upon a very remarkable occasion.

When this wall was finished, and the outside had a double fence with a turf wall built right up against it, I convinced myself that if anyone came ashore there, they wouldn't see anything that looked like a home. And it was a good thing I thought that way, as will be noted later during a very significant event.

During this time, I made my rounds in the woods for game every day, when the rain admitted me, and made frequent discoveries in these walks of something or other to my advantage; particularly I found a kind of wild pigeons, who built, not as wood pigeons, in a tree, but rather as house pigeons, in the holes of the rocks. And taking some young ones, I endeavored to breed them up tame, and did so; but when they grew older they flew all away, which, perhaps, was at first for100 want of feeding them, for I had nothing to give them. However, I frequently found their nests, and got their young ones, which were very good meat.

During this time, I explored the woods every day, weather permitting, and often discovered things that benefited me; specifically, I found a type of wild pigeon that nested not in trees like wood pigeons but in the crevices of rocks like house pigeons. I took some of the young ones and tried to raise them as pets, which I succeeded in doing. However, as they grew older, they all flew away, probably because I hadn’t been feeding them properly, as I didn’t have much to offer. Still, I frequently found their nests and collected their young ones, which were quite a good meal.

And now in the managing my household affairs I found myself wanting in many things, which I thought at first it was impossible for me to make, as indeed, as to some of them, it was. For instance, I could never make a cask to be hooped; I had a small runlet or two, as I observed before, but I could never arrive to the capacity of making one by them, though I spent many weeks about it. I could neither put in the heads, or joint the staves so true to one another, as to make them hold water; so I gave that also over.

And now, while managing my household, I realized I was lacking in many areas, which I initially thought I could never master, and for some of them, I truly couldn't. For example, I could never make a cask that was properly hooped. I had a couple of small barrels, as I mentioned before, but I could never learn to create one from them, even after spending weeks trying. I couldn't fit the heads or join the staves tightly enough to make them hold water, so I gave up on that too.

In the next place, I was at a great loss for candles; so that as soon as ever it was dark, which was generally by seven o’clock, I was obliged to go to bed. I remembered the lump of beeswax with which I made candles in my African adventure, but I had none of that now. The only remedy I had was, that when I had killed a goat I saved the tallow, and with a little dish made of clay, which I baked in the sun, to which I added a wick of some oakum, I made me a lamp; and this gave me light, though not a clear steady light like a candle.

Next, I was really struggling to find candles, so as soon as it got dark, which was usually around seven o'clock, I had no choice but to go to bed. I remembered the block of beeswax I used to make candles during my adventure in Africa, but I didn't have any of that now. The only solution I had was that after I killed a goat, I saved the fat, and with a little dish I made from clay, which I baked in the sun, I added a wick made from some old fibers and created a lamp; it provided some light, although not as clear and steady as a candle.

In the middle of all my labors it happened, that rummaging my things, I found a little bag, which, as I hinted before, had been filled with corn for the feeding of poultry, not for this voyage, but before, as I suppose, when the ship came from Lisbon. What little remainder of corn had been in the bag was all devoured with the rats, and I saw nothing in the bag but husks and dust; and being willing to have the bag for101 some other use, I think it was to put powder in, when I divided it for fear of the lightning, or some such use, I shook the husks of corn out of it on one side of my fortification, under the rock. It was a little before the great rains, just now mentioned, that I threw this stuff away, taking no notice of anything, and not so much as remembering that I had thrown anything there; when, about a month after, or thereabout, I saw some few stalks of something green shooting out of the ground, which I fancied might be some plant I had not seen; but I was surprised, and perfectly astonished, when, after a little longer time, I saw about ten or twelve ears come out, which were perfect green barley of the same kind as our European, nay, as our English barley.

In the midst of all my work, I happened to rummage through my things and found a small bag that, as I mentioned before, had been filled with corn for feeding poultry—not for this journey, but previously, I suppose, when the ship came from Lisbon. The little bit of corn that had been in the bag was all eaten by the rats, and all I found inside was husks and dust. Since I wanted to keep the bag for something else, I thought I could use it to store powder when I divided it out of fear of lightning or something similar. I shook the corn husks out of it on one side of my fortification, under the rock. This was just before the heavy rains I mentioned earlier. I tossed the stuff away without paying much attention and didn't even remember I had thrown anything there. About a month later, I noticed a few green stalks poking out of the ground, and I thought it might be some plant I hadn't seen before. I was shocked and completely amazed when, after a little more time, I saw about ten or twelve ears appear, which were perfect green barley, just like our European and even our English barley.

It is impossible to express the astonishment and confusion of my thoughts on this occasion. I had hitherto acted upon no religious foundation at all; indeed, I had very few notions of religion in my head, or had entertained any sense of anything that had befallen me otherwise than as a chance, or, as we lightly say, what pleases God; without so much as inquiring into the end of Providence in these things, or His order in governing events in the world. But after I saw barley grow there, in a climate which I know was not proper for corn, and especially that I knew not how it came there, it startled me strangely, and I began to suggest that God had miraculously caused this grain to grow without any help of seed sown, and that it was so directed purely for my sustenance on that wild miserable place.

It’s hard to describe the shock and confusion I felt at that moment. Up until then, I hadn’t really based my actions on any religious beliefs; in fact, I hardly had any thoughts about religion at all, and I viewed everything that happened to me as mere coincidence, or as we casually say, what pleases God, without ever considering the purpose of Providence in these matters or how He governs events in the world. But when I saw barley growing there, in a climate that I knew wasn’t suitable for crops, and especially since I had no idea how it got there, it really took me by surprise, and I started to think that God had miraculously made this grain grow without any seed being planted, and that it was meant solely for my survival in that wild, miserable place.

This touched my heart a little, and brought tears out of102 my eyes; and I began to bless myself, that such a prodigy of Nature should happen upon my account; and this was the more strange to me, because I saw near it still, all along by the side of the rock, some other straggling stalks, which proved to be stalks of rice, and which I knew, because I had seen it grow in Africa, when I was ashore there.

This really moved me and brought tears to my eyes; I started to feel grateful that such a remarkable natural wonder had come my way. It seemed even more unusual to me because I noticed nearby, along the edge of the rock, some stray stalks that turned out to be rice stalks. I recognized them because I had seen rice grow in Africa when I was there.

I not only thought these the pure productions of Providence for my support, but, not doubting but that there was more in the place, I went all over that part of the island where I had been before, peering in every corner, and under every rock, to see for more of it; but I could not find any. At last it occurred to my thoughts that I had shook a bag of chickens’ meat out in that place, and then the wonder began to cease; and I must confess, my religious thankfulness to God’s providence began to abate too, upon the discovering that all this was nothing but what was common; though I ought to have been as thankful for so strange and unforeseen Providence, as if it had been miraculous; for it was really the work of Providence as to me, that should order or appoint, that ten or twelve grains of corn should remain unsoiled (when the rats had destroyed all the rest), as if it had been dropped from heaven; as also that I should throw it out in that particular place, where, it being in the shade of a high rock, it sprang out immediately; whereas, if I had thrown it anywhere else at that time, it had been burnt up and destroyed.

I not only saw these as pure gifts from Providence for my sustenance, but I also believed that there was more to discover in the area. I explored that part of the island where I had been before, looking in every nook and under every rock to find more; but I couldn’t find any. Eventually, it struck me that I had dumped a bag of chicken feed in that spot, and then the wonder began to fade. I must admit, my gratitude towards God’s providence started to wane too when I realized that all this was just common. Still, I should have been as thankful for such an unusual and unexpected occurrence as I would have been for something miraculous; for it truly was the work of Providence that ten or twelve grains of corn remained unharmed (when the rats had destroyed everything else), as if they had fallen from heaven; and that I had tossed it out in that specific place, where, because it was shaded by a tall rock, it sprouted right away; whereas, if I had thrown it anywhere else at that time, it would have been scorched and ruined.

I carefully saved the ears of this corn, you may be sure, in their season, which was about the end of June; and laying up every corn, I resolved to sow them all again, hoping in103 time to have some quantity sufficient to supply me with bread. But it was not till the fourth year that I could allow myself the least grain of this corn to eat, and even then but sparingly, as I shall say afterwards in its order; for I lost all that I sowed the first season, by not observing the proper time; for I sowed it just before the dry season, so that it never came up at all, at least not as it would have done; of which in its place.

I carefully saved the ears of corn, which you can be sure were harvested around the end of June. I stored every ear and planned to plant them all again, hoping that eventually I'd get enough to provide me with bread. However, it wasn’t until the fourth year that I could allow myself to eat even a little bit of this corn, and even then, very sparingly, as I’ll explain later. I lost everything I planted in the first season because I didn’t pay attention to the right timing; I planted it just before the dry season, so it never sprouted at all—or at least not as it should have, which I'll discuss in due time.

Besides this barley, there was, as above, twenty or thirty stalks of rice, which I preserved with the same care, and whose use was of the same kind, or to the same purpose, viz., to make me bread, or rather food; for I found ways to cook it up without baking, though I did that also after some time. But to return to my journal.

Besides this barley, there were, as mentioned earlier, twenty or thirty stalks of rice, which I took care of in the same way, and which served the same purpose: to make me bread, or rather food; because I found ways to cook it without baking, although I did that too after a while. But back to my journal.

I worked excessive hard these three or four months to get my wall done; and on the 14th of April I closed it up, contriving to go into it, not by a door, but over the wall by a ladder, that there might be no sign in the outside of my habitation.

I worked super hard for the past three or four months to finish my wall; and on April 14th, I sealed it up, figuring out how to get in, not through a door, but by climbing over the wall with a ladder, so there wouldn’t be any indication of my house on the outside.

April 16.—I finished the ladder, so I went up with the ladder to the top, and then pulled it up after me, and let it down on the inside. This was a complete enclosure to me; for within I had room enough, and nothing could come at me from without, unless it could first mount my wall.

April 16.—I finished the ladder, so I climbed to the top and pulled it up after me, then let it down inside. This was a complete enclosure for me; inside, I had plenty of space, and nothing could reach me from the outside unless it could first climb my wall.

The very next day after this wall was finished, I had almost had all my labor overthrown at once, and myself killed. The case was thus: As I was busy in the inside of it, behind my tent, just in the entrance into my cave, I was terribly frightened with a most dreadful surprising thing indeed; for all on104 a sudden I found the earth come crumbling down from the roof of my cave, and from the edge of the hill over my head, and two of the posts I had set up in the cave cracked in a frightful manner. I was heartily scared, but thought nothing of what was really the cause, only thinking that the top of my cave was falling in, as some of it had done before; and for fear I should be buried in it, I ran forward to my ladder; and not thinking myself safe there neither, I got over my wall for fear of the pieces of the hill which I expected might roll down upon me. I was no sooner stepped down upon the firm ground, but I plainly saw it was a terrible earthquake; for the ground I stood on shook three times at about eight minutes’ distance, with three such shocks, as would have overturned the strongest building that could be supposed to have stood on the earth; and a great piece of the top of a rock, which stood about half a mile from me next the sea, fell down with such a terrible noise, as I never heard in all my life. I perceived also the very sea was put into violent motion by it; and I believe the shocks were stronger under the water than on the island.

The very next day after I finished building that wall, I almost lost all my hard work and my life. Here’s what happened: while I was working inside my cave, just behind my tent at the entrance, I was suddenly terrified by something incredibly shocking. Out of nowhere, I felt the ground start to crumble from the roof of my cave and from the edge of the hill above me, and two of the posts I had set up in the cave cracked in a horrifying way. I was really scared, but I didn't understand what was actually causing it; I just thought the top of my cave was collapsing again like it had before. Fearing I would be buried, I ran to my ladder, and not feeling safe there either, I climbed over my wall to avoid any pieces from the hill that I thought might fall on me. As soon as I stepped down onto solid ground, I realized it was a terrible earthquake. The ground shook three times about eight minutes apart, with such powerful shocks that they could have toppled the sturdiest building on earth. I also heard a huge piece of a rock about half a mile from me near the sea crash down with a noise I had never heard before in my life. I noticed that even the sea was thrown into chaos by it, and I believe the shocks were even stronger underwater than they were on the island.

I was so amazed with the thing itself, having never felt the like, or discoursed with any one that had, that I was like one dead or stupefied; and the motion of the earth made my stomach sick, like one that was tossed at sea. But the noise of the falling of the rock awaked me, as it were, and rousing me from the stupefied condition I was in, filled me with horror, and I thought of nothing then but the hill falling upon my tent105 and all my household goods, and burying all at once; and this sunk my very soul within me a second time.

I was so amazed by the thing itself, having never experienced anything like it or talked to anyone who had, that I felt like I was dead or in a daze. The movement of the earth made me feel nauseous, like someone being tossed at sea. But the sound of the rock falling snapped me out of it, and as I came to my senses, I was filled with horror. All I could think about was the hill crashing down on my tent105 and all my belongings, burying everything at once; this made my heart sink yet again.

After the third shock was over, and I felt no more for some time, I began to take courage; and yet I had not heart enough to go over my wall again, for fear of being buried alive, but sat still upon the ground, greatly cast down and disconsolate, not knowing what to do. All this while I had not the least serious religious thought, nothing but the common, “Lord, have mercy upon me!” and when it was over, that went away too.

After the third shock was over, and I didn’t feel anything for a while, I started to gain some courage; yet I still didn’t have the guts to go back over my wall again, afraid of being buried alive. So I just sat there on the ground, feeling really down and hopeless, not knowing what to do. All this time, I hadn’t had a single serious religious thought, just the usual, “Lord, have mercy on me!” and once it was over, that thought faded away too.

While I sat thus, I found the air overcast, and grow cloudy, as if it would rain. Soon after that the wind rose by little and little, so that in less than half an hour it blew a most dreadful hurricane. The sea was all on a sudden covered over with foam and froth; the shore was covered with the breach of the water; the trees were torn up by the roots; and a terrible storm it was; and this held about three hours, and then began to abate; and in two hours more it was stark calm, and began to rain very hard.

While I sat there, I noticed the sky getting cloudy, like it was about to rain. Soon, the wind started to pick up gradually, and in less than half an hour, it turned into a terrible hurricane. Suddenly, the sea was filled with foam and froth; the shore was overflowing with crashing waves; the trees were uprooted; and it was a horrific storm. This lasted for about three hours, then started to lessen; and after two more hours, it was completely still, and it began to rain heavily.

All this while I sat upon the ground, very much terrified and dejected; when on a sudden it came into my thoughts, that these winds and rain being the consequences of the earthquake, the earthquake itself was spent and over, and I might venture into my cave again. With this thought my spirits began to revive; and the rain also helping to persuade me, I went in and sat down in my tent. But the rain was so violent, that my tent was ready to be beaten down with it, and I was forced106 to go into my cave, though very much afraid and uneasy, for fear it should fall on my head.

All this time I was sitting on the ground, feeling really scared and down; then suddenly it hit me that these winds and rain were a result of the earthquake, and since the earthquake was over, I could safely go back into my cave. With that thought, I started to feel better; plus, the rain encouraged me, so I went in and sat down in my tent. But the rain was so intense that my tent was about to be blown away, and I had to go into my cave, even though I was really scared and uneasy, worried it might collapse on me.

This violent rain forced me to a new work, viz., to cut a hole through my new fortification, like a sink to let the water go out, which would else have drowned my cave. After I had been in my cave some time, and found still no more shocks of the earthquake follow, I began to be more composed. And now to support my spirits, which indeed wanted it very much, I went to my little store, and took a small sup of rum, which, however, I did then, and always very sparingly, knowing I could have no more when that was gone.

This heavy rain pushed me to a new task: to cut a hole in my new fortification, like a drain to let the water out, or else it would have flooded my cave. After spending some time in my cave without any further earthquakes, I started to feel more at ease. To lift my spirits, which really needed it, I went to my little stash and took a small sip of rum, which I always drank very sparingly, knowing there wouldn’t be any more once it was gone.

It continued raining all that night and great part of the next day, so that I could not stir abroad; but my mind being more composed, I began to think of what I had best do, concluding that if the island was subject to these earthquakes, there would be no living for me in a cave, but I must consider of building me some little hut in an open place, which I might surround with a wall, as I had done here, and so make myself secure from wild beasts or men; but concluded, if I stayed where I was, I should certainly, one time or other, be buried alive.

It kept raining all night and a big part of the next day, so I couldn’t go outside. However, my mind was a bit calmer, and I started to think about what I should do. I realized that if the island experienced these earthquakes, living in a cave wouldn’t work for me. I decided I needed to build a small hut in an open area, which I could surround with a wall like I did here, to protect myself from wild animals or people. I concluded that if I stayed where I was, I would definitely end up buried alive eventually.

With these thoughts I resolved to remove my tent from the place where it stood, which was just under the hanging precipice of the hill, and which, if it should be shaken again, would certainly fall upon my tent; and I spent the two next days, being the 19th and 20th of April, in contriving where and how to remove my habitation.

With this in mind, I decided to move my tent from the spot where it was, right under the hanging cliff of the hill. If it shook again, it would definitely fall on my tent. I spent the next two days, the 19th and 20th of April, figuring out where and how to relocate my home.

All this while I sat upon the ground, very much terrified and dejected

The fear of being swallowed up alive made me that I never107 slept in quiet; and yet the apprehension of lying abroad without any fence was almost equal to it. But still, when I looked about and saw how everything was put in order, how pleasantly concealed I was, and how safe from danger, it made me very loth to remove.

The fear of being swallowed alive kept me from ever sleeping peacefully; yet, the worry of lying outside without any protection was almost just as bad. Still, when I looked around and saw how everything was organized, how nicely hidden I was, and how safe from danger I felt, it made me very reluctant to move.

In the meantime it occurred to me that it would require a vast deal of time for me to do this, and that I must be contented to run the venture where I was, till I had formed a camp for myself, and had secured it so as to remove to it. So with this resolution I composed myself for a time, and resolved that I would go to work with all speed to build me a wall with piles and cable, etc., in a circle as before, and set my tent up in it when it was finished, but that I would venture to stay where I was till it was finished, and fit to remove to. This was the 21st.

In the meantime, I realized that it would take a lot of time for me to do this, and that I needed to be okay with staying where I was until I had set up a camp for myself and could move there. So, with that decision in mind, I settled in for a bit and decided to work quickly on building a wall with piles and cable, etc., in a circle like before, and once it was finished, I would set up my tent inside it. However, I would stay where I was until it was complete and ready to move to. This was the 21st.

April 22.—The next morning I began to consider of means to put this resolve in execution; but I was at a great loss about my tools. I had three large axes, and abundance of hatchets (for we carried the hatchets for traffic with the Indians), but with much chopping and cutting knotty hard wood, they were all full of notches and dull; and though I had a grindstone, I could not turn it and grind my tools too. This cost me as much thought as a statesman would have bestowed upon a grand point of politics, or a judge upon the life and death of a man. At length I contrived a wheel with a string, to turn it with my foot, that I might have both my hands at liberty. Note, I had never seen any such thing in England, or at least not to take notice how it was done, though since I have observed it is108 very common there; besides that, my grindstone was very large and heavy. This machine cost me a full week’s work to bring it to perfection.

April 22.—The next morning, I started to think about how to put my plan into action, but I was really stuck on what tools I would need. I had three big axes and plenty of hatchets (since we brought hatchets to trade with the Indians), but after a lot of chopping through tough, knotty wood, they were all full of nicks and dull. Even though I had a grindstone, I couldn't turn it and sharpen my tools at the same time. This problem occupied my mind as much as a politician would focus on a major political issue, or a judge on a life-and-death decision. Eventually, I came up with a wheel and a string to turn it with my foot so I could keep both my hands free. I should note that I had never seen anything like this in England, or at least I hadn't paid attention to how it was done, although I've since noticed it's quite common there; also, my grindstone was really big and heavy. It took me a whole week of work to perfect this contraption.

April 28, 29.—These two whole days I took up in grinding my tools, my machine for turning my grindstone performing very well.

April 28, 29.—I spent these two entire days sharpening my tools, and my machine for turning the grindstone worked perfectly.

April 30.—Having perceived my bread had been low a great while, now I took a survey of it, and reduced myself to one biscuit-cake a day, which made my heart very heavy.

April 30.—Realizing that my food supply had been dwindling for some time, I took stock of it and limited myself to one biscuit a day, which made me feel very sad.


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May 1.—In the morning, looking towards the seaside, the tide being low, I saw something lie on the shore bigger than ordinary, and it looked like a cask. When I came to it, I found a small barrel, and two or three pieces of the wreck of the ship, which were driven on shore by the late hurricane; and looking towards the wreck itself, I thought it seemed to lie higher out of the water than it used to do. I examined the barrel which was driven on shore, and soon found it was a barrel of gunpowder; but it had taken water, and the powder was caked as hard as stone. However, I rolled it farther on shore for the present, and went on upon the sands as near as I could to the wreck of the ship to look for more.

May 1st.—In the morning, looking toward the seaside, I noticed something larger than usual on the shore, and it looked like a barrel. When I got closer, I discovered a small barrel and a couple of pieces of the shipwreck that had washed ashore due to the recent hurricane. Glancing at the wreck itself, it appeared to be higher out of the water than I remembered. I inspected the barrel that had been washed ashore and quickly realized it was a barrel of gunpowder, but it had taken on water, and the powder was packed as hard as stone. Still, I rolled it further up the beach for now and continued along the sands as close as I could to the shipwreck to search for more.

When I came down to the ship I found it strangely removed. The forecastle, which lay before buried in sand, was heaved up at least six feet; and the stern, which was broken to pieces, and parted from the rest by the force of the sea soon after I had left rummaging her, was tossed, as it were, up, and cast on one side, and the sand was thrown so high on that side next her stern, that whereas there was a great place of water before, so that I could not come within a quarter of a mile of the wreck without swimming, I could now walk quite110 up to her when the tide was out. I was surprised with this at first, but soon concluded it must be done by the earthquake. And as by this violence the ship was more broken open than formerly, so many things came daily on shore, which the sea had loosened, and which the winds and water rolled by degrees to the land.

When I got down to the ship, I found it oddly altered. The forecastle, which had been buried in sand, had been raised up by at least six feet; and the stern, which was broken apart and separated from the rest by the force of the sea right after I had finished searching it, was tossed up and thrown to one side. The sand was piled so high on the side next to the stern that where there had once been a large area of water, making it impossible to get within a quarter of a mile of the wreck without swimming, I could now walk right up to it when the tide was out. I was surprised by this at first but soon figured it had to be caused by the earthquake. As a result of this upheaval, the ship was more broken open than before, and many items daily washed ashore, loosened by the sea and gradually rolled onto the land by the winds and water.

This wholly diverted my thoughts from the design of removing my habitation; and I busied myself mightily, that day especially, in searching whether I could make any way into the ship. But I found nothing was to be expected of that kind, for that all the inside of the ship was choked up with sand. However, as I had learned not to despair of anything, I resolved to pull everything to pieces that I could of the ship, concluding, that everything I could get from her would be of some use or other to me.

This completely shifted my focus away from the idea of leaving my home; I spent that day especially busy trying to find a way into the ship. But I realized there was no chance of that since the inside of the ship was filled with sand. However, since I had learned not to give up hope, I decided to take apart anything I could from the ship, believing that anything I could salvage would be useful to me in some way.

May 3.—I began with my saw, and cut a piece of a beam through, which I thought held some of the upper part or quarter-deck together; and when I had cut it through, I cleared away the sand as well as I could from the side which lay highest; but the tide coming in, I was obliged to give over for that time.

May 3.—I started with my saw and cut through a section of a beam that I thought was holding some of the upper part or quarter-deck together. After I cut it, I cleared away as much sand as I could from the side that was higher up, but with the tide coming in, I had to stop for now.

May 4.—I went a-fishing, but caught not one fish that I durst eat of, till I was weary of my sport; when, just going to leave off, I caught a young dolphin. I had made me a long line of some rope-yarn, but I had no hooks; yet I frequently caught fish enough, as much as I cared to eat; all which I dried in the sun, and eat them dry.

May 4.—I went fishing but didn’t catch a single fish I felt safe to eat until I got tired of the activity. Just as I was about to give up, I caught a young dolphin. I had made a long line out of some rope yarn, but I didn’t have any hooks. Still, I often caught plenty of fish, more than I wanted to eat, and I dried them in the sun and ate them dried.

May 5.—Worked on the wreck, cut another beam asunder,111 and brought three great fir-planks off from the decks, which I tied together, and made swim on shore, when the tide flood came on.

May 5.—Worked on the wreck, cut another beam apart,111 and brought three large fir planks from the decks, which I tied together and made float to shore when the tide came in.

May 6.—Worked on the wreck, got several iron bolts out of her, and other pieces of ironwork; worked very hard, and came home very much tired, and had thoughts of giving it over.

May 6.—I worked on the wreck, got several iron bolts out of it, and other pieces of ironwork; I worked really hard and came home feeling very tired, thinking about quitting.

May 7.—Went to the wreck again, but with an intent not to work, but found the weight of the wreck had broke itself down, the beams being cut; that several pieces of the ship seemed to lie loose, and the inside of the hold lay so open, that I could see into it, but almost full of water and sand.

May 7.—I went back to the wreck, not to work but just to look around. I noticed the wreck had collapsed on itself, the beams were cut; several pieces of the ship looked loose, and the hold was so open that I could see inside, but it was almost filled with water and sand.

May 8.—Went to the wreck, and carried an iron crow to wrench up the deck, which lay now quite clear of the water and sand. I wrenched open two planks, and brought them on shore also with the tide. I left the iron crow in the wreck for the next day.

May 8.—I went to the wreck and took an iron crowbar to pry up the deck, which was now fully above the water and sand. I pried open two planks and brought them to shore with the tide. I left the iron crowbar in the wreck for the next day.

May 9.—Went to the wreck, and with the crow made way into the body of the wreck, and felt several casks, and loosened them with the crow, but could not break them up. I felt also the roll of English lead, and could stir it, but it was too heavy to remove.

May 9.—I went to the wreck and used the crowbar to get inside. I found several barrels and managed to loosen them with the crowbar, but I couldn't break them open. I also felt some rolls of English lead; I could move them, but they were too heavy to take away.

May 10, 11, 12, 13, 14.—Went every day to the wreck, and got a great deal of pieces of timber, and boards, or plank, and two or three hundredweight of iron.

May 10, 11, 12, 13, 14.—I went to the wreck every day and collected a lot of wooden beams, boards, and two or three hundred pounds of iron.

May 15.—I carried two hatchets to try if I could not cut a piece off of the roll of lead, by placing the edge of one hatchet, and driving it with the other; but as it lay about a foot112 and a half in the water, I could not make any blow to drive the hatchet.

May 15.—I took two hatchets to see if I could chip off a piece of the lead roll by placing the edge of one hatchet against it and striking it with the other. However, since it was about a foot and a half underwater, I couldn't swing hard enough to drive the hatchet.

May 16.—It had blowed hard in the night, and the wreck appeared more broken by the force of the water; but I stayed so long in the woods to get pigeons for food, that the tide prevented me going to the wreck that day.

May 16.—It had blown hard during the night, and the wreck looked even more damaged from the force of the water; but I spent so much time in the woods looking for pigeons to eat that the tide stopped me from getting to the wreck that day.

May 17.—I saw some pieces of the wreck blown on shore, at a great distance, near two miles off me, but resolved to see what they were, and found it was a piece of the head, but too heavy for me to bring away.

May 17.—I spotted some wreckage washed up on the shore, about two miles away, but I was determined to check it out. I discovered it was a chunk of the ship's bow, but it was too heavy for me to carry away.

May 24.—Every day to this day I worked on the wreck, and with hard labor I loosened some things so much with the crow, that the first blowing tide several casks floated out, and two of the seamen’s chests. But the wind blowing from the shore, nothing came to land that day but pieces of timber, and a hogshead, which had some Brazil pork in it, but the salt water and the sand had spoiled it.

May 24.—Every day up to now I've been working on the wreck, and by putting in a lot of effort, I managed to loosen some things with the crowbar so much that when the tide came in, several barrels floated away, along with two of the sailors' trunks. However, with the wind coming from the shore, the only things that washed ashore that day were bits of wood and a large barrel that had some Brazilian pork in it, but the saltwater and sand had ruined it.

I continued this work every day to the 15th of June, except the time necessary to get food, which I always appointed, during this part of my employment, to be when the tide was up, that I might be ready when it was ebbed out. And by this time I had gotten timber, and plank, and ironwork enough to have builded a good boat, if I had known how; and also, I got at several times, and in several pieces, near one hundredweight of the sheet lead.

I worked on this every day until June 15th, except for the time I needed to find food, which I scheduled for when the tide was high, so I would be ready when it went out. By this time, I had gathered enough timber, planks, and metal to build a decent boat, if I knew how to do it. I also collected about a hundred pounds of sheet lead in various pieces over time.

June 16.—Going down to the seaside, I found a large tortoise, or turtle. This was the first I had seen, which it seems was only my misfortune, not any defect of the place, or scarcity;113 for had I happened to be on the other side of the island, I might have had hundreds of them every day, as I found afterwards; but, perhaps, had paid dear enough for them.

June 16.—On my way to the beach, I came across a large tortoise, or turtle. This was the first one I had ever seen, which I guess was just my bad luck, not a flaw in the location or a lack of them;113 because if I had been on the other side of the island, I might have seen hundreds of them every day, as I later discovered; but maybe it would have cost me quite a bit.

June 17—I spent in cooking the turtle. I found in her threescore eggs; and her flesh was to me, at that time, the most savory and pleasant that ever I tasted in my life, having had no flesh, but of goats and fowls, since I landed in this horrid place.

June 17—I spent the day cooking the turtle. I found sixty eggs inside her, and the meat was, at that moment, the most delicious and enjoyable I had ever tasted in my life, having had only goat and poultry since I arrived in this dreadful place.

June 18.—Rained all day, and I stayed within. I thought at this time the rain felt cold, and I was something chilly, which I knew was not usual in that latitude.

June 18.—It rained all day, and I stayed inside. I felt like the rain was cold, and I was a bit chilly, which I knew wasn’t typical for this area.

June 19.—Very ill, and shivering, as if the weather had been cold.

June 19.—Very sick and shivering, as if it were cold outside.

June 20.—No rest all night; violent pains in my head, and feverish.

June 20.—I couldn't get any sleep all night; I had severe headaches and felt feverish.

June 21.—Very ill, frightened almost to death with the apprehensions of my sad condition, to be sick, and no help. Prayed to God for the first time since the storm off of Hull, but scarce knew what I said, or why; my thoughts being all confused.

June 21.—Very sick, scared nearly to death by the fear of my unfortunate situation, being ill and having no help. I prayed to God for the first time since the storm off of Hull, but I hardly knew what I was saying or why; my thoughts were all jumbled.

June 22.—A little better, but under dreadful apprehensions of sickness.

June 22.—Feeling a bit better, but still really anxious about getting sick.

June 23.—Very bad again; cold and shivering, and then a violent headache.

June 23.—Feeling really terrible again; cold and shivering, and then a intense headache.

June 24.—Much better.

June 24.—Way better.

June 25.—An ague very violent; the fit held me seven hours; cold fit, and hot, with faint sweats after it.

June 25.—I had a really bad fever; the episode lasted seven hours—cold sweats and then hot, followed by faint sweating afterward.

June 26.—Better; and having no victuals to eat, took my114 gun, but found myself very weak. However, I killed a she-goat, and with much difficulty got it home, and broiled some of it, and ate. I would fain have stewed it and made some broth, but had no pot.

June 26.—Feeling a bit better, but with no food to eat, I grabbed my114 gun, even though I felt really weak. Still, I managed to kill a female goat, and after a lot of struggle, I got it back home, cooked some of it over the fire, and ate. I really wished I could have made a stew and some broth, but I didn’t have a pot.

June 27.—The ague again so violent that I lay abed all day, and neither ate nor drank. I was ready to perish for thirst; but so weak, I had not strength to stand up, or to get myself any water to drink. Prayed to God again, but was light-headed; and when I was not, I was so ignorant that I knew not what to say; only I lay and cried, “Lord, look upon me! Lord, pity me! Lord, have mercy upon me!” I suppose I did nothing else for two or three hours, till the fit wearing off, I fell asleep, and did not wake till far in the night. When I waked, I found myself much refreshed, but weak, and exceeding thirsty. However, as I had no water in my whole habitation, I was forced to lie till morning, and went to sleep again. In this second sleep I had this terrible dream.

June 27.—The chills were so intense again that I stayed in bed all day without eating or drinking. I was desperate for water, but so weak that I couldn't even stand up to get any. I prayed to God again, but my mind was fuzzy; and when it wasn't, I was so lost that I didn’t know what to say. I just lay there crying, “Lord, look at me! Lord, have mercy on me!” I think I did that for two or three hours until the episode passed, and then I fell asleep, not waking up until late at night. When I did wake up, I felt a bit better but was still weak and incredibly thirsty. However, since there was no water in my entire place, I had to wait until morning and fell asleep again. In this second sleep, I had a terrible dream.

I thought that I was sitting on the ground, on the outside of my wall, where I sat when the storm blew after the earthquake, and that I saw a man descend from a great black cloud, in a bright flame of fire, and light upon the ground. He was all over as bright as a flame, so that I could but just bear to look towards him. His countenance was most inexpressibly dreadful, impossible for words to describe. When he stepped upon the ground with his feet, I thought the earth trembled, just as it had done before in the earthquake, and all the air looked, to my apprehension, as if it had been filled with flashes of fire.

I thought I was sitting on the ground, outside my wall, where I sat when the storm came after the earthquake. I saw a man coming down from a huge black cloud, surrounded by bright flames, landing on the ground. He was so bright, like a flame, that I could barely look at him. His face was incredibly terrifying, beyond what words could describe. When he stepped on the ground, I felt the earth shake, just like it did during the earthquake, and the air seemed to be filled with bursts of fire.

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He was no sooner landed upon the earth, but he moved forward towards me, with a long spear or weapon in his hand, to kill me; and when he came to a rising ground, at some distance, he spoke to me, or I heard a voice so terrible, that it is impossible to express the terror of it. All that I can say I understood was this: “Seeing all these things have not brought thee to repentance, now thou shalt die;” at which words I thought he lifted up the spear that was in his hand to kill me.

He had hardly set foot on the ground when he approached me, holding a long spear or weapon, ready to kill me. Once he reached a slight hill a little ways off, he spoke to me, or I heard a voice so terrifying that I can't even describe how scared I felt. All I could make out was this: “Since none of these things have made you repent, now you will die;” and with those words, I thought he raised the spear he was holding to kill me.

No one that shall ever read this account, will expect that I should be able to describe the horrors of my soul at this terrible vision; I mean, that even while it was a dream, I even dreamed of these horrors; nor is it any more possible to describe the impression that remained upon my mind when I awaked, and found it was but a dream.

No one reading this account will expect me to describe the horrors of my soul from this terrible vision; I mean, even when it was just a dream, I dreamt of these horrors. It's also impossible to convey the impact it had on my mind when I woke up and realized it was just a dream.

I had, alas! no divine knowledge; what I had received by the good instruction of my father was then worn out, by an uninterrupted series, for eight years, of seafaring wickedness, and a constant conversation with nothing but such as were, like myself, wicked and profane to the last degree. I do not remember that I had, in all that time, one thought that so much as tended either to looking upwards toward God, or inwards toward a reflection upon my ways; but a certain stupidity of soul, without desire of good, or conscience of evil, had entirely overwhelmed me; and I was all that the most hardened, unthinking, wicked creature among our common sailors can be supposed to be; not having the least sense, either of the fear of God in danger, or of thankfulness to God in deliverances.

I had, unfortunately, no divine insight; what I had learned from my father's good teachings was completely worn away after eight years of relentless sea adventures and constant interactions with people just as wicked and irreverent as I was. I don't recall having even a single thought during that time that pointed either upwards toward God or inwards toward considering my actions; instead, a kind of dullness of spirit took over me, without any desire for good or awareness of evil. I became exactly what the toughest, most thoughtless, and immoral sailor among us could be—lacking any sense of fear of God in danger or gratitude to God in moments of rescue.

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In the relating what is already past of my story, this will be the more easily believed, when I shall add, that through all the variety of miseries that had to this day befallen me, I never had so much as one thought of it being the hand of God, or that it was a just punishment for my sin; my rebellious behavior against my father, or my present sins, which were great; or so much as a punishment for the general course of my wicked life. When I was on the desperate expedition on the desert shores of Africa, I never had so much as one thought of what would become of me; or one wish to God to direct me whither I should go; or to keep me from the dangers which apparently surrounded me, as well from voracious creatures as cruel savages. But I was merely thoughtless of a God or a Providence; acted like a mere brute from the principles of Nature, and by the dictates of common sense only, and indeed hardly that.

As I recount the past events of my story, it will be easier to believe when I add that despite all the hardships I've faced up to this point, I never once thought it was God's doing or a fair punishment for my sins; whether it was my rebellious actions against my father or my current serious faults; or even a consequence of my generally wicked life. During my desperate journey along the desolate shores of Africa, I never considered what would happen to me or wished for God's guidance on where to go, or for protection from the dangers that clearly surrounded me, both from fierce animals and brutal savages. Instead, I acted without any thought of God or Providence; I behaved like a mere animal, relying solely on my basic instincts and common sense, and barely even that.

When I was delivered and taken up at sea by the Portuguese captain, well used, and dealt justly and honorably with, as well as charitably, I had not the least thankfulness in my thoughts. When again I was shipwrecked, ruined, and in danger of drowning on this island, I was as far from remorse, or looking on it as a judgment; I only said to myself often, that I was an unfortunate dog, and born to be always miserable.

When I was rescued and taken at sea by the Portuguese captain, who treated me fairly, honorably, and kindly, I felt not a bit of gratitude. When I was shipwrecked again, left in ruins, and faced with the danger of drowning on this island, I felt no remorse or saw it as a punishment; I just kept telling myself that I was an unlucky person, destined to be miserable forever.

It is true, when I got on shore first here, and found all my ship’s crew drowned, and myself spared, I was surprised with a kind of ecstasy, and some transports of soul, which, had the grace of God assisted, might have come up to true thankfulness; but it ended where it begun, in a mere common flight of117 joy, or, as I may say, being glad I was alive, without the least reflection upon the distinguishing goodness of the hand which had preserved me, and had singled me out to be preserved, when all the rest were destroyed; or an inquiry why Providence had been thus merciful to me; even just the same common sort of joy which seamen generally have after they are got safe ashore from a shipwreck, which they drown all in the next bowl of punch, and forget almost as soon as it is over, and all the rest of my life was like it.

When I first got to shore and saw that all my ship's crew had drowned while I had survived, I was hit with a wave of ecstasy and overwhelming emotions. If I had been more aware of God's grace, it might have turned into genuine gratitude. But it eventually faded back to what it started as—a simple, ordinary joy. I was just glad to be alive, without giving any thought to the incredible mercy of the force that had saved me or why I had been chosen to survive when everyone else perished. It was the same kind of joy sailors typically feel after they make it safely ashore from a shipwreck, which they quickly drown in the next bowl of punch and forget almost as soon as it’s over. The rest of my life felt just like that.

Even when I was afterwards, on due consideration, made sensible of my condition, how I was cast on this dreadful place, out of the reach of human kind, out of all hope of relief, or prospect of redemption, as soon as I saw but a prospect of living, and that I should not starve and perish for hunger, all the sense of my affliction wore off, and I began to be very easy, applied myself to the works proper for my preservation and supply, and was far enough from being afflicted, at my condition, as a judgment from heaven, or, as the hand of God against me; these were thoughts which very seldom entered into my head.

Even after I realized my situation, how I was stranded in this terrible place, completely cut off from humanity, with no hope for help or salvation, as soon as I saw any chance of staying alive, that I wouldn't starve to death, all my feelings of despair faded away. I started to feel much better, focused on what I needed to do to survive and take care of myself, and I was far from seeing my situation as a punishment from above or a sign of God’s displeasure; those thoughts rarely crossed my mind.

The growing up of the corn, as is hinted in my journal, had at first some little influence upon me, and began to affect me with seriousness, as long as I thought it had something miraculous in it; but as soon as ever that part of the thought was removed, all the impression which was raised from it wore off also, as I have noted already.

The growth of the corn, as I mentioned in my journal, initially had some impact on me and started to make me feel serious, especially while I thought it was something miraculous. But once that idea faded, all the feelings it stirred up disappeared too, as I've already noted.

Even the earthquake, though nothing could be more terrible in its nature, or more immediately directing to the invisible118 Power, which alone directs such things, yet no sooner was the first fright over, but the impression it had made went off also. I had no more sense of God or His judgments, much less of the present affliction of my circumstances being from His hand, than if I had been in the most prosperous condition of life.

Even the earthquake, as terrible as it was and as directly tied to the unseen118 Power that controls such events, lost its impact as soon as the initial shock wore off. I felt no greater awareness of God or His judgment, and I definitely didn't see my current struggles as something coming from Him, any more than if I were living in complete comfort.

But now, when I began to be sick, and a leisurely view of the miseries of death came to place itself before me; when my spirits began to sink under the burden of a strong distemper, and Nature was exhausted with the violence of the fever; conscience, that had slept so long, began to awake, and I began to reproach myself with my past life, in which I had so evidently, by uncommon wickedness, provoked the justice of God to lay me under uncommon strokes, and to deal with me in so vindictive a manner.

But now, as I started to feel ill, and I took a slow look at the sorrows of death that loomed before me; as my spirits began to falter under the weight of a severe illness, and my body was worn out from the intensity of the fever; my conscience, which had been silent for so long, started to stir, and I began to blame myself for my past actions, in which I had clearly, through extraordinary wrongdoing, angered God to the point of receiving harsh punishment, and to be dealt with in such a vengeful way.

These reflections oppressed me for the second or third day of my distemper; and in the violence, as well of the fever as of the dreadful reproaches of my conscience, extorted some words from me, like praying to God, though I cannot say they were either a prayer attended with desires or with hopes; it was rather the voice of mere fright and distress. My thoughts were confused, the convictions great upon my mind, and the horror of dying in such a miserable condition, raised vapors into my head with the mere apprehensions; and in these hurries of my soul, I know not what my tongue might express; but it was rather exclamation, such as, “Lord! what a miserable creature am I! If I should be sick, I shall certainly die for want of help; and what will become of me?” Then the tears119 burst out of my eyes, and I could say no more for a good while.

These thoughts weighed heavily on me for the second or third day of my illness. The intensity of both the fever and the terrible guilt I felt drove me to utter some words, almost like praying to God, though I can't say they were a real prayer filled with desire or hope; it was more like a cry of pure fear and distress. My thoughts were jumbled, I felt a lot of weight on my mind, and the terror of dying in such a pitiful state filled me with anxiety. In the turmoil of my emotions, I didn't know what I was saying; it was more like frustrated exclamations, like, “Lord! What a wretched creature I am! If I get really sick, I’ll definitely die without help; what will happen to me?” Then the tears119 streamed down my face, and I couldn't say anything more for quite a while.

In this interval, the good advice of my father came to my mind, and presently his prediction, which I mentioned at the beginning of this story, viz., that if I did take this foolish step, God would not bless me, and I would have leisure hereafter to reflect upon having neglected his counsel, when there might be none to assist in my recovery. “Now,” said I aloud, “my dear father’s words are come to pass; God’s justice has overtaken me, and I have none to help or hear me. I rejected the voice of Providence, which had mercifully put me in a posture or station of life wherein I might have been happy and easy; but I would neither see it myself, or learn to know the blessing of it from my parents. I left them to mourn over my folly, and now I am left to mourn under the consequences of it. I refused their help and assistance, who would have lifted me into the world, and would have made everything easy to me; and now I have difficulties to struggle with, too great for even Nature itself to support, and no assistance, no help, no comfort, no advice.” Then I cried out, “Lord, be my help, for I am in great distress.”

During this time, my father's wise words came to mind, as did his prediction, which I mentioned at the beginning of this story—that if I took this foolish step, God wouldn't bless me, and I would have time later to regret ignoring his advice, with no one to help me recover. “Now,” I said aloud, “my father's words have come true; God’s justice has caught up with me, and I have no one to help or listen to me. I ignored the guidance of Providence, which had mercifully placed me in a situation where I could have been happy and comfortable; yet, I refused to see it or recognize the blessing from my parents. I left them to grieve over my foolishness, and now I’m left to suffer the consequences. I turned away from their support, who would have helped me succeed and made everything easier; and now I face challenges too big for even nature to bear, with no support, no help, no comfort, no advice.” Then I cried out, “Lord, be my help, for I am in great distress.”

This was the first prayer, if I may call it so, that I had made for many years. But I return to my journal.

This was the first prayer, if I can call it that, that I had made in many years. But I go back to my journal.


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June 28.—Having been somewhat refreshed with the sleep I had had, and the fit being entirely off, I got up; and though the fright and terror of my dream was very great, yet I considered that the fit of the ague would return again the next day, and now was my time to get something to refresh and support myself when I should be ill. And the first thing I did I filled a large square case-bottle with water, and set it upon my table, in reach of my bed; and to take off the chill or aguish disposition of the water, I put about a quarter of a pint of rum into it, and mixed them together. Then I got me a piece of the goat’s flesh, and broiled it on the coals, but could eat very little. I walked about, but was very weak, and withal very sad and heavy-hearted in the sense of my miserable condition, dreading the return of my distemper the next day. At night I made my supper of three of the turtle’s eggs, which I roasted in the ashes, and eat, as we call it, in the shell; and this was the first bit of meat I had ever asked God’s blessing to, even as I could remember, in my whole life.

June 28th.—After getting some rest from the sleep I had, and with the fit completely gone, I got up. Even though the fear and terror from my dream were intense, I realized that the fever would likely come back the next day, and this was my chance to gather some supplies to help me when I fell ill. The first thing I did was fill a large square bottle with water and put it on my table, within reach of my bed. To warm up the cold water, I added about a quarter of a pint of rum and mixed them together. Then I took some goat meat and grilled it over the coals, but I could barely eat any. I walked around, feeling very weak and deeply saddened by my unfortunate situation, anxious about the return of my illness the next day. For dinner, I roasted three turtle eggs in the ashes and ate them, shell and all; this was the first meal I had ever asked God to bless, as far back as I could remember, in my entire life.

After I had eaten, I tried to walk, but found myself so weak, that I could hardly carry the gun (for I never went121 out without that); so I went but a little way, and sat down upon the ground, looking out upon the sea, which was just before me, and very calm and smooth. As I sat there, some such thoughts as these occurred to me.

After I ate, I tried to walk, but I felt so weak that I could barely carry the gun (since I never went out without it); so I only went a short distance and sat down on the ground, looking out at the sea right in front of me, which was very calm and smooth. As I sat there, thoughts like these crossed my mind.

What is this earth and sea, of which I have seen so much? whence is it produced? And what am I, and all the other creatures, wild and tame, human and brutal, whence are we? Sure we are all made by some secret Power, who formed the earth and sea, the air and sky. And who is that?

What is this earth and sea that I've seen so much of? Where did it come from? And what am I, along with all the other creatures—wild and tame, human and animal—where do we all come from? Surely, we're all created by some hidden force that shaped the earth and sea, the air and sky. And who is that?

Then it followed most naturally, It is God that has made it all. Well, but then it came on strangely, if God has made all these things, He guides and governs them all, and all things that concern them; for the Power that could make all things, must certainly have power to guide and direct them.

Then it followed quite naturally, it is God who created everything. However, it felt strange to think that if God made all these things, He must also guide and govern them all, along with everything that relates to them; because the Power that could create everything must certainly have the ability to guide and direct them.

If so, nothing can happen in the great circuit of His works, either without His knowledge or appointment. And if nothing happens without His knowledge, He knows that I am here, and am in this dreadful condition. And if nothing happens without His appointment, He has appointed all this to befall me.

If that's the case, then nothing can occur in the vast scope of His creations without His awareness or will. And since nothing happens without His knowledge, He knows that I'm here and in this horrible situation. And if nothing happens without His decision, then He has allowed all this to happen to me.

Nothing occurred to my thoughts to contradict any of these conclusion; and therefore it rested upon me with the greater force, that it must needs be that God had appointed all this to befall me; that I was brought to this miserable circumstance by His direction, He having the sole power, not of me only, but of everything that happened in the world. Immediately it followed, Why has God done this to me? What have I done to be thus used?

Nothing crossed my mind to challenge any of these conclusions; and so it weighed on me even more that it must be that God had arranged all of this to happen to me; that I had been brought to this miserable situation by His guidance, as He has the power, not just over me, but over everything that happens in the world. Immediately, the question arose, Why has God done this to me? What have I done to deserve this?

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My conscience presently checked me in that inquiry, as if I had blasphemed, and methought it spoke to me like a voice: “Wretch! dost thou ask what thou hast done? Look back upon a dreadful misspent life, and ask thyself what thou hast not done? Ask, Why is it that thou wert not long ago destroyed? Why wert thou not drowned in Yarmouth Roads; killed in the fight when the ship was taken by the Sallee man-of-war; devoured by the wild beasts on the coast of Africa; or drowned here, when all the crew perished but thyself? Dost thou ask, What have I done?”

My conscience right now was holding me back from that question, as if I had committed a serious offense, and I felt like it was speaking to me: “You wretch! Are you really asking what you've done? Look back on a terrible, wasted life, and ask yourself what you haven't done. Consider, why weren't you destroyed long ago? Why weren't you drowned in Yarmouth Roads; killed in the battle when the ship was captured by the Sallee man-of-war; eaten by wild animals on the coast of Africa; or drowned here when everyone else in the crew died except you? Do you really ask, what have I done?”

I was struck dumb with these reflections, as one astonished, and had not a word to say, no, not to answer to myself, but rose up pensive and sad, walked back to my retreat, and went up over my wall, as if I had been going to bed. But my thoughts were sadly disturbed, and I had no inclination to sleep; so I sat down in my chair, and lighted my lamp, for it began to be dark. Now, as the apprehension of the return of my distemper terrified me very much, it occurred to my thought that the Brazilians take no physic but their tobacco for almost all distempers; and I had a piece of a roll of tobacco in one of the chests, which was quite cured, and some also that was green, and not quite cured.

I was left speechless by these thoughts, completely taken aback, and I couldn't find the words to respond to myself. Instead, I got up feeling thoughtful and sad, went back to my space, and climbed over my wall, as if I were heading to bed. But my mind was troubled, and I had no desire to sleep. So, I sat down in my chair and lit my lamp, as it was starting to get dark. Now, since the fear of my illness returning really scared me, I remembered that the Brazilians rely on tobacco for almost all ailments. I had a piece of cured tobacco in one of my chests, along with some that was still green and not fully cured.

I went, directed by Heaven no doubt; for in this chest I found a cure both for soul and body. I opened the chest, and found what I looked for, viz., the tobacco; and as the few books I had saved lay there too, I took out one of the Bibles which I mentioned before, and which to this time I had not found leisure, or so much as inclination, to look into. I say, I took123 it out, and brought both that and the tobacco with me to the table.

I went, clearly guided by fate; because in this chest I found a remedy for both my soul and body. I opened the chest and found what I was looking for—namely, the tobacco. Since the few books I had saved were also there, I took out one of the Bibles I mentioned before, which I hadn't had the time or the desire to read until now. So, I took it out and brought both that and the tobacco with me to the table.123

What use to make of the tobacco I knew not, as to my distemper, or whether it was good for it or no; but I tried several experiments with it, as if I was resolved it should hit one way or other. I first took a piece of a leaf, and chewed it in my mouth, which indeed at first almost stupefied my brain, the tobacco being green and strong, and that I had not been much used to it. Then I took some and steeped it an hour or two in some rum, and resolved to take a dose of it when I lay down. And lastly, I burnt some upon a pan of coals, and held my nose close over the smoke of it, as long as I could bear it, as well for the heat, as almost for suffocation.

I wasn't sure what to do with the tobacco, whether it would help my condition or not, but I decided to experiment with it, determined to find out one way or another. First, I took a piece of a leaf and chewed it, which nearly stunned my brain since the tobacco was fresh and strong, and I wasn't used to it at all. Then, I soaked some in rum for an hour or two, planning to take a dose of it when I lay down. Finally, I burned some on a pan of coals and held my nose close to the smoke for as long as I could stand it, struggling with both the heat and the feeling of suffocation.

In the interval of this operation, I took up the Bible, and began to read, but my head was too much disturbed with the tobacco to bear reading, at least that time; only having opened the book casually, the first words that occurred to me were these, “Call on Me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver, and thou shalt glorify Me.”

In the middle of this operation, I picked up the Bible and started to read, but my mind was too affected by the tobacco to focus, at least this time; I just opened the book randomly, and the first words I saw were these: "Call on Me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver you, and you will glorify Me."

The words were very apt to my case, and made some impression upon my thoughts at the time of reading them, though not so much as they did afterwards; for as for being delivered, the word had no sound, as I may say, to me, the thing was so remote, so impossible in my apprehension of things, that I began to say, as the children of Israel did when they were promised flesh to eat, “Can God spread a table in the wilderness?” so I began to say, Can God Himself deliver me from this place? And as it was not for many years that any hope appeared, this124 prevailed very often upon my thoughts. But, however, the words made a great impression upon me, and I mused upon them very often.

The words really resonated with my situation and left an impression on my mind while I read them, although not as much as they did later. When it came to being set free, the idea felt so distant and impossible to me that I started to wonder, just like the Israelites when they were promised meat to eat, “Can God really provide a feast in the wilderness?” I began to question, Can God Himself rescue me from this place? Given that it took many years for any hope to appear, these thoughts frequently occupied my mind. Still, the words had a deep impact on me, and I found myself reflecting on them often.

It grew now late, and the tobacco had, as I said, dazed my head so much, that I inclined to sleep; so I left my lamp burning in the cave, lest I should want anything in the night, and went to bed. But before I lay down, I did what I never had done in all my life; I kneeled down, and prayed to God to fulfil the promise to me, that if I called upon Him in the day of trouble, He would deliver me. After my broken and imperfect prayer was over, I drank the rum in which I had steeped the tobacco; which was so strong and rank of the tobacco, that indeed I could scarce get it down. Immediately upon this I went to bed. I found presently it flew up in my head violently; but I fell into a sound sleep, and waked no more till, by the sun, it must necessarily be near three o’clock in the afternoon the next day. Nay, to this hour I am partly of the opinion that I slept all the next day and night, and till almost three that day after; for otherwise I knew not how I should lose a day out of my reckoning in the days of the week, as it appeared some years after I had done. For if I had lost it by crossing and re-crossing the line, I should have lost more than one day. But certainly I lost a day in my account, and never knew which way.

It was getting late, and the tobacco had, as I mentioned, made me so dizzy that I was ready to sleep. So, I left my lamp burning in the cave in case I needed anything during the night and went to bed. But before I lay down, I did something I had never done in my life; I knelt down and prayed to God to fulfill His promise that if I called on Him in times of trouble, He would save me. After my broken and imperfect prayer, I drank the rum that I had soaked the tobacco in, which was so strong and bitter that I could barely swallow it. Right after that, I went to bed. I soon felt it hit me hard, but I fell into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up until the next day, when the sun indicated it must be around three o'clock in the afternoon. In fact, I still think I might have slept the entire next day and night, and almost until three the day after that; otherwise, I don’t understand how I could lose a whole day in my weekly count as I realized years later. If I had lost it by crossing and re-crossing the equator, I would have lost more than one day. But I definitely lost a day in my calculations and could never figure out how it happened.

Be that, however, one way or the other, when I awaked I found myself exceedingly refreshed, and my spirits lively and cheerful. When I got up, I was stronger than I was the day before, and my stomach better, for I was hungry; and, in125 short, I had no fit the next day, but continued much altered for the better. This was the 29th.

Be that as it may, when I woke up, I felt really refreshed, and my spirits were lively and cheerful. When I got out of bed, I was stronger than I had been the day before, and my stomach felt better because I was hungry; and, in125 short, I didn’t have a fit the next day, but continued to feel much better. This was the 29th.

The 30th was my well day, of course, and I went abroad with my gun, but did not care to travel too far. I killed a seafowl or two, something like a brand goose, and brought them home, but was not very forward to eat them; so I eat some more of the turtle’s eggs, which were very good. This evening I renewed the medicine, which I had supposed did me good the day before, viz., the tobacco steeped in rum; only I did not take so much as before, nor did I chew any of the leaf, or hold my head over the smoke. However, I was not so well the next day, which was the first of July, as I hoped I should have been; for I had a little spice of the cold fit, but it was not much.

The 30th was my good day, of course, and I went out with my gun, but didn’t want to go too far. I shot a couple of seabirds, kind of like a brand goose, and brought them home, but I wasn’t too eager to eat them; so I had some more of the turtle’s eggs, which were really good. This evening, I took the medicine again, which I thought helped me the day before, specifically the tobacco soaked in rum; though I didn’t take as much as I did before, nor did I chew any of the leaves or hold my head over the smoke. However, I wasn’t feeling as well the next day, which was the first of July, as I had hoped to; I had a slight chill, but it wasn’t much.

July 2.—I renewed the medicine all the three ways; and dosed myself with it as at first, and doubled the quantity which I drank.

July 2.—I refilled the medicine in all three ways; I took it as I did before and increased the amount I drank.

July 3.—I missed the fit for good and all, though I did not recover my full strength for some weeks after. While I was thus gathering strength, my thoughts ran exceedingly upon this Scripture, “I will deliver thee”; and the impossibility of my deliverance lay much upon my mind, in bar of my ever expecting it. But as I was discouraging myself with such thoughts, it occurred to my mind that I pored so much upon my deliverance from the main affliction, that I disregarded the deliverance I had received; and I was, as it were, made to ask myself such questions as these, viz., Have I not been delivered,126 and wonderfully too, from sickness? from the most distressed condition that could be, and that was so frightful to me? and what notice had I taken of it? Had I done my part? God had delivered me, but I had not glorified Him; that is to say, I had not owned and been thankful for that as a deliverance; and how could I expect greater deliverance?

July 3.—I missed the opportunity entirely, though I didn’t regain my full strength for several weeks after that. While I was recovering, I couldn't stop thinking about this Scripture, “I will deliver you,” and the idea of my deliverance seemed impossible, making me doubt I could ever expect it. But as I was discouraging myself with those thoughts, I realized that I focused so much on escaping my main problem that I overlooked the deliverance I had already received. It made me ask myself questions like, haven’t I been saved, in a remarkable way, from sickness? From the worst situation imaginable, one that terrified me? And what have I done to acknowledge it? Had I really thanked God for it? He had delivered me, but I hadn’t honored Him for that deliverance; and how could I expect to receive greater help?

This touched my heart very much; and immediately I kneeled down, and gave God thanks aloud for my recovery from my sickness.

This really touched my heart, so I immediately knelt down and thanked God out loud for my recovery from my illness.

July 4.—In the morning I took the Bible; and beginning at the New Testament, I began seriously to read it, and imposed upon myself to read awhile every morning and every night, not tying myself to the number of chapters, but as long as my thoughts should engage me. It was not long after I set seriously to this work, but I found my heart more deeply and sincerely affected with the wickedness of my past life.

July 4.—In the morning, I picked up the Bible and started reading from the New Testament. I decided to make it a routine to read for a bit every morning and night, not limiting myself to a specific number of chapters, but reading as long as my thoughts kept me engaged. It didn't take long after I committed to this practice before I felt my heart truly affected by the wrongs of my past life.

In the morning I took the Bible; and beginning at the New Testament, I began seriously to read it—

The impression of my dream revived, and the words, “All these things have not brought thee to repentance” ran seriously in my thought. I was earnestly begging of God to give me repentance, when it happened providentially, the very day, that, reading the Scripture, I came to these words, “He is exalted a Prince and a Savior, to give repentance, and to give remission.” I threw down the book; and with my heart as well as my hands lifted up to heaven, in a kind of ecstasy of joy, I cried out aloud, “Jesus, Thou son of David! Jesus, Thou exalted Prince and Savior, give me repentance!”

The memory of my dream came back to me, and the words, “All these things have not brought you to repentance” played seriously in my mind. I was desperately asking God to grant me repentance when, coincidentally, on the very same day, I read the Scripture and came across the words, “He is exalted a Prince and a Savior, to give repentance, and to give remission.” I dropped the book, and with my heart and hands raised to heaven, in a moment of pure joy, I shouted, “Jesus, Son of David! Jesus, exalted Prince and Savior, give me repentance!”

This was the first time that I could say, in the true sense of the words, that I prayed in all my life; for now I prayed127 with a sense of my condition, and with a true Scripture view of hope founded on the encouragement of the Word of God; and from this time, I may say, I began to have hope that God would hear me.

This was the first time I could genuinely say that I prayed in my life; because now I prayed with an understanding of my situation, and with a true biblical perspective of hope based on the encouragement from the Word of God; and from this point on, I can say I started to believe that God would hear me.

Now I began to construe the words mentioned above, “Call on Me, and I will deliver you,” in a different sense from what I had ever done before; for then I had no notion of anything being called deliverance but my being delivered from the captivity I was in; for though I was indeed at large in the place, yet the island was certainly a prison to me, and that in the worst sense in the world. But now I learned to take it in another sense; now I looked back upon my past life with such horror, and my sins appeared so dreadful, that my soul sought nothing of God but deliverance from the load of guilt that bore down all my comfort. As for my solitary life, it was nothing; I did not so much as pray to be delivered from it or think of it; it was all of no consideration, in comparison to this. And I add this part here, to hint to whoever shall read it, that whenever they come to a true sense of things, they will find deliverance from sin a much greater blessing than deliverance from affliction.

Now I started to understand the words I mentioned earlier, “Call on Me, and I will deliver you,” in a way I never had before; at that time, I thought deliverance only meant being freed from the captivity I was in. Even though I was technically free in that place, the island felt like a prison to me, and in the worst way possible. But now I began to see it differently; I looked back on my past life with such horror, and my sins seemed so terrible that my soul longed for nothing from God except to be freed from the burden of guilt that weighed down all my comfort. As for my lonely life, it didn’t matter; I didn’t even pray to be saved from it or think about it; it was insignificant compared to this. I mention this part to suggest to anyone who reads it that when they gain a true understanding of things, they’ll find that being freed from sin is a much greater blessing than being freed from suffering.

But leaving this part, I return to my journal.

But putting that aside, I go back to my journal.

My condition began now to be, though not less miserable as to my way of living, yet much easier to my mind; and my thoughts being directed, by a constant reading the Scripture, and praying to God, to things of a higher nature, I had a great deal of comfort within, which, till now, I knew nothing of. Also, as my health and strength returned, I bestirred myself128 to furnish myself with everything that I wanted, and make my way of living as regular as I could.

My situation had started to change; while my living conditions were still miserable, my mindset became much easier. By constantly reading the Scriptures and praying to God, my thoughts turned to higher matters, and I found a lot of internal peace that I hadn’t experienced before. As my health and strength improved, I took action to gather everything I needed and tried to organize my life as best as I could. 128

From the 4th of July to the 14th, I was chiefly employed in walking about with my gun in my hand, a little and a little at a time, as a man that was gathering up his strength after a fit of sickness; for it is hardly to be imagined how low I was, and to what weakness I was reduced. The application which I made use of was perfectly new, and perhaps what had never cured an ague before; neither can I recommend it to any one to practise, by this experiment; and though it did carry off the fit, yet it rather contributed to weakening me; for I had frequent convulsions in my nerves and limbs for some time.

From July 4th to the 14th, I spent most of my time walking around with my gun in hand, bit by bit, like someone regaining their strength after an illness; it's hard to believe how low I was and how weak I had become. The method I used was completely new and probably had never cured a fever before; I can't suggest anyone try it based on this experience. While it did get rid of the fever, it actually made me weaker; I had frequent convulsions in my nerves and limbs for a while.

I learnt from it also this, in particular, that being abroad in the rainy season was the most pernicious thing to my health that could be, especially in those rains which came attended with storms and hurricanes of wind; for as the rain which came in the dry season was always most accompanied with such storms, so I found that rain was much more dangerous than the rain which fell in September and October.

I also learned that being overseas during the rainy season was the worst thing for my health, especially when it came with storms and hurricanes. The rain that fell during the dry season often brought those violent storms, so I realized that rain was way more dangerous than the rain that fell in September and October.

I had been now in this unhappy island above ten months; all possibility of deliverance from this condition seemed to be entirely taken from me; and I firmly believed that no human shape had ever set foot upon that place. Having now secured my habitation, as I thought, fully to my mind, I had a great desire to make a more perfect discovery of the island, and to see what other productions I might find, which I yet knew nothing of.

I had been on this miserable island for over ten months; all chances of escaping this situation seemed completely gone, and I truly believed that no one had ever stepped foot on this place. Now that I had made my home here to my liking, I was very eager to explore the island further and see what other resources I might find that I didn't know about yet.

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It was the 15th of July that I began to take a more particular survey of the island itself. I went up the creek first, where, as I hinted, I brought my rafts on shore. I found, after I came about two miles up, that the tide did not flow any higher, and that it was no more than a little brook of running water, and very fresh and good; but this being the dry season, there was hardly any water in some parts of it, at least, not enough to run in any stream, so as it could be perceived.

It was the 15th of July when I started to take a closer look at the island. I headed up the creek first, where, as I mentioned, I brought my rafts ashore. After traveling about two miles, I discovered that the tide didn’t reach any further and it was just a small stream of running water, very fresh and good. However, since it was the dry season, some parts hardly had any water at all—at least not enough to form a noticeable stream.

On the bank of this brook I found many pleasant savannas or meadows, plain, smooth, and covered with grass; and on the rising parts of them, next to the higher grounds, where the water, as might be supposed, never overflowed, I found a great deal of tobacco, green, and growing to a great and very strong stalk. There were divers other plants, which I had no notion of, or understanding about, and might perhaps have virtues of their own, which I could not find out.

On the bank of this stream, I found many beautiful fields or meadows, flat, smooth, and covered with grass; and on the higher parts next to the elevated ground, where the water, as you might expect, never overflowed, I discovered a lot of tobacco, green and growing into tall, strong stalks. There were various other plants that I didn’t recognize or understand, and they might have had their own unique benefits that I couldn't figure out.

I searched for the cassava root, which the Indians, in all that climate, make their bread of, but I could find none. I saw large plants of aloes, but did not then understand them. I saw several sugar-canes, but wild, and, for want of cultivation, imperfect.

I looked for the cassava root, which the Indigenous people use to make their bread in that climate, but I couldn’t find any. I saw big aloe plants, but I didn’t understand what they were at the time. I also spotted a few wild sugar canes, but they were underdeveloped since they hadn’t been cultivated.

I contented myself with these discoveries for this time, and came back, musing with myself what course I might take to know the virtue and goodness of any of the fruits or plants which I should discover; but could bring it to no conclusion; for, in short, I had made so little observation while I was in the Brazils, that I knew little of the plants in the field,130 at least very little that might serve me to any purpose now in my distress.

I settled for what I had found this time and returned, thinking about how I could figure out the value and benefits of any fruits or plants I might discover. However, I couldn’t come to any conclusions because, to be honest, I hadn’t observed much during my time in Brazil, so I knew very little about the plants in the area, at least not enough to help me in my current situation.130

The next day, the 16th, I went up the same way again; and after going something farther than I had gone the day before, I found the brook and the savannas began to cease, and the country became more woody than before. In this part I found different fruits, and particularly I found melons upon the ground in great abundance, and grapes upon the trees. The vines had spread indeed over the trees, and the clusters of grapes were just now in their prime, very ripe and rich. This was a surprising discovery, and I was exceeding glad of them; but I was warned by my experience to eat sparingly of them, remembering that when I was ashore in Barbary eating of grapes killed several of our Englishmen, who were slaves there, by throwing them into fluxes and fevers. But I found an excellent use for these grapes; and that was, to cure or dry them in the sun, and keep them as dried grapes or raisins are kept, which I thought would be, as indeed they were, as wholesome as agreeable to eat, when no grapes might be to be had.

The next day, the 16th, I took the same route again; and after going a bit further than I had the day before, I noticed that the brook and the open fields started to disappear, and the area became more wooded than before. Here, I found different fruits, especially melons scattered on the ground in great abundance, and grapes growing on the trees. The vines had spread over the trees, and the grape clusters were in their prime, very ripe and sweet. This was an amazing discovery, and I was really happy about it; but I reminded myself from past experience to eat them in moderation, recalling how when I was ashore in Barbary, eating grapes had caused several of our Englishmen, who were slaves there, to fall sick with fluxes and fevers. However, I found a great way to use these grapes; I dried them in the sun and kept them like dried grapes or raisins, which I figured would be just as nutritious and tasty to eat when fresh grapes weren't available.

I spent all that evening there, and went not back to my habitation; which, by the way, was the first night, as I might say, I had lain from home. In the night, I took my first contrivance, and got up into a tree, where I slept well; and the next morning proceeded upon my discovery, travelling near four miles, as I might judge by the length of the valley, keeping still due north, with a ridge of hills on the south and north side of me.

I spent the whole evening there and didn't go back to my place; in fact, it was the first night I had ever slept away from home. During the night, I made my first makeshift camp and climbed into a tree, where I slept pretty well. The next morning, I continued my exploration, traveling about four miles, judging by the length of the valley, while keeping on a due north path, with a range of hills on both the south and north sides of me.

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At the end of this march I came to an opening, where the country seemed to descend to the west; and a little spring of fresh water, which issued out of the side of the hill by me, ran the other way, that is, due east; and the country appeared so fresh, so green, so flourishing, everything being in a constant verdure or flourish of spring, that it looked like a planted garden.

At the end of this march, I reached an open area where the land sloped down toward the west. A small spring of fresh water came out from the hill beside me and flowed to the east. The landscape was so vibrant, so green, and so thriving, always in a state of springtime bloom, that it resembled a well-tended garden.

I descended a little on the side of that delicious vale, surveying it with a secret kind of pleasure, though mixed with my other afflicting thoughts, to think that this was all my own; that I was king and lord of all this country indefeasibly, and had a right of possession; and, if I could convey it, I might have it in inheritance as completely as any lord of a manor in England.

I went down a bit on the edge of that beautiful valley, enjoying it with a quiet sense of pleasure, though it was mixed with my other troubling thoughts. I realized that this was all mine; that I was the king and lord of this land without dispute, and I had a right to it. If I could pass it on, I could inherit it just as completely as any lord of a manor in England.

I saw here abundance of cocoa trees, orange, and lemon, and citron trees; but all wild, and very few bearing fruit, at least not then. However, the green limes that I gathered were not only pleasant to eat, but very wholesome; and I mixed their juice afterwards with water, which made it very wholesome, and very cool and refreshing.

I saw plenty of cocoa trees, as well as orange, lemon, and citron trees; but they were all wild, and very few had fruit, at least not at that time. However, the green limes I picked were not only nice to eat, but also really healthy; and I mixed their juice with water afterward, which made it super healthy, cool, and refreshing.

I found now I had business enough to gather and carry home; and I resolved to lay up a store, as well of grapes as limes and lemons to furnish myself for the wet season, which I knew was approaching.

I realized that I had plenty of work to collect and bring back home, so I decided to stock up on grapes, limes, and lemons to prepare for the rainy season that I knew was coming.

In order to do this, I gathered a great heap of grapes in one place, and a lesser heap in another place, and a great parcel of limes and lemons in another place; and taking a few of each with me, I travelled homeward; and resolved to come again, and132 bring a bag or sack, or what I could make, to carry the rest home.

To do this, I collected a big pile of grapes in one spot, a smaller pile in another spot, and a large bunch of limes and lemons in another area; then I took a few of each with me and headed home. I planned to come back and bring a bag or sack, or whatever I could make, to carry the rest home.

Accordingly, having spent three days in this journey, I came home (so I must now call my tent and my cave); but before I got thither, the grapes were spoiled; the richness of the fruits, and the weight of the juice, having broken them and bruised them, they were good for little or nothing: as to the limes, they were good, but I could bring but a few.

Accordingly, after spending three days on this journey, I came home (which is what I must now call my tent and my cave); but before I got there, the grapes had spoiled. The richness of the fruit and the weight of the juice had broken and bruised them, making them good for little or nothing. As for the limes, they were fine, but I could only bring back a few.

The next day, being the 19th, I went back, having made me two small bags to bring home my harvest; but I was surprised, when, coming to my heap of grapes, which were so rich and fine when I gathered them, I found them all spread about, trod to pieces, and dragged about, some here, some there, and abundance eaten and devoured. By this I concluded there were some wild creatures thereabouts, which had done this; but what they were, I knew not.

The next day, the 19th, I went back, having made two small bags to bring home my harvest; but I was surprised when I reached my pile of grapes, which had been so rich and nice when I picked them, to find them all spread out, trampled, and dragged around, some here, some there, and a lot eaten and destroyed. From this, I figured there were some wild animals nearby that had done this, but I didn’t know what they were.

However, as I found that there was no laying them up on heaps, and no carrying them away in a sack, but that one way they would be destroyed, and the other way they would be crushed with their own weight, I took another course; for I gathered a large quantity of the grapes, and hung them up upon the out-branches of the trees, that they might cure and dry in the sun; and as for the limes and lemons, I carried as many back as I could stand under.

However, I realized that I couldn’t pile them up or carry them away in a sack; one way they would spoil, and the other they’d just get crushed by their own weight. So, I decided to try something else. I collected a bunch of grapes and hung them on the outer branches of the trees to dry in the sun. As for the limes and lemons, I carried back as many as I could handle.

When I came home from this journey, I contemplated with great pleasure the fruitfulness of that valley, and the pleasantness of the situation; the security from storms on that side the water and the wood; and concluded that I had pitched upon a133 place to fix my abode, which was by far the worst part of the country. Upon the whole, I began to consider of removing my habitation, and to look out for a place equally safe as where I now was situate, if possible, in that pleasant fruitful part of the island.

When I got back from this trip, I took great pleasure in thinking about how fertile that valley was and how nice the location was—protected from storms by the water and the woods. I decided that I had chosen a spot to settle down, but it was actually one of the least desirable areas of the country. Overall, I started to think about moving my home and searching for a place that was just as safe as where I currently was, ideally in that nice, fertile part of the island.

This thought ran long in my head, and I was exceeding fond of it for some time, the pleasantness of the place tempting me; but when I came to a nearer view of it and to consider that I was now by the seaside, where it was at least possible that something might happen to my advantage, and, by the same ill fate that brought me hither, might bring some other unhappy wretches to the same place; and though it was scarce probable that any such thing should ever happen, yet to enclose myself among the hills and woods in the centre of the island, was to anticipate my bondage, and to render such an affair not only improbable, but impossible; and that therefore I ought not by any means to remove.

This thought lingered in my mind for a long time, and I really liked it for a while, as the charm of the place tempted me. However, when I got a closer look and considered that I was now by the seaside, where at least something might happen that could work in my favor, and that, by the same bad luck that brought me here, other unfortunate souls might also end up in the same situation; and even though it was unlikely that such a thing would ever occur, hiding away among the hills and woods in the center of the island was like welcoming my own captivity and making such an event not just unlikely, but impossible; thus, I concluded that I really shouldn’t leave.

However, I was so enamored of this place, that I spent much of my time there for the whole remaining part of the month of July; and, though, upon second thoughts, I resolved, as above, not to remove, yet I built me a little kind of a bower, and surrounded it at a distance with a strong fence, being a double hedge as high as I could reach, well staked, and filled between with brushwood. And here I lay very secure, sometimes two or three nights together, always going over it with a ladder, as before; so that I fancied now I had my country house and my seacoast house; and this work took me up to the beginning of August.

However, I loved this place so much that I spent most of my time there for the rest of July. And although I initially decided not to move, I built myself a little shelter and surrounded it with a strong fence, which was a double hedge as high as I could reach, well supported and filled in with brushwood. I felt very safe here, sometimes staying two or three nights in a row, always accessing it with a ladder, like before. I thought of it as my country house and my seaside retreat, and this project occupied me until the beginning of August.

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I had but newly finished my fence, and began to enjoy my labor, but the rains came on, and made me stick close to my first habitation; for though I had made me a tent like the other, with a piece of a sail, and spread it very well, yet I had not the shelter of a hill to keep me from storms, nor a cave behind me to retreat into when the rains were extraordinary.

I had just finished my fence and was starting to take pride in my work, but then the rain came, forcing me to stay close to my first house. Even though I had made a tent like the other one using a piece of sail and set it up pretty well, I didn’t have the protection of a hill to shield me from the storms, nor a cave to retreat to when the rain was really heavy.

About the beginning of August, as I said, I had finished my bower, and began to enjoy myself. The 3rd of August, I found the grapes I had hung up were perfectly dried, and indeed were excellent good raisins of the sun; so I began to take them down from the trees. And it was very happy that I did so, for the rains which followed would have spoiled them, and I had lost the best part of my winter food; for I had above two hundred large bunches of them. No sooner had I taken them all down, and carried most of them home to my cave, but it began to rain; and from hence, which was the 14th of August, it rained, more or less, every day till the middle of October, and sometimes so violently, that I could not stir out of my cave for several days.

Around the beginning of August, as I mentioned, I had finished my shelter and started to enjoy myself. On August 3rd, I found that the grapes I had hung up were fully dried and turned out to be excellent raisins; so I began taking them down from the trees. I was really glad I did, because the rain that followed would have ruined them, and I would have lost a big part of my winter food supply, as I had over two hundred large bunches. As soon as I took them all down and carried most of them to my cave, it started to rain. From that day, August 14th, it rained almost every day until mid-October, sometimes so heavily that I couldn't leave my cave for several days.

In this season, I was much surprised with the increase of my family. I had been concerned for the loss of one of my cats, who ran away from me, or, as I thought, had been dead, and I heard no more tale or tidings of her, till, to my astonishment, she came home about the end of August with three kittens. This was the more strange to me, because, though I had killed a wild cat, as I called it, with my gun, yet I thought it was a quite different kind from our European cats; yet the135 young cats were the same kind of house-breed like the old one; and both my cats being females, I thought it very strange. But from these three cats I afterwards came to be so pestered with cats, that I was forced to kill them like vermin, or wild beasts, and to drive them from my house as much as possible.

In this season, I was really surprised by the growth of my family. I had been worried about the loss of one of my cats, who had run away, or so I thought she was dead, and I hadn't heard anything about her until, to my shock, she came home around the end of August with three kittens. This was even more puzzling to me because, although I had killed a wild cat, as I called it, with my gun, I thought it was a completely different species from our European cats; yet the young cats were the same house breed as the old one. And since both my cats were female, I found it very strange. But from these three cats, I eventually ended up so overwhelmed with cats that I had to kill them like pests or wild animals, and try to drive them from my house as much as possible.

From the 14th of August to the 26th, incessant rain, so that I could not stir, and was now very careful not to be much wet. In this confinement, I began to be straitened for food; but venturing out twice, I one day killed a goat, and the last day, which was the 26th, found a very large tortoise, which was a treat to me, and my food was regulated thus: I ate a bunch of raisins for my breakfast, a piece of the goat’s flesh, or of the turtle, for my dinner, broiled; for, to my great misfortune, I had no vessel to boil or stew anything; and two or three of the turtle’s eggs for my supper.

From August 14th to the 26th, it rained nonstop, so I couldn’t go anywhere and was really careful not to get too soaked. During this confinement, I started to run low on food; but after venturing out a couple of times, one day I killed a goat, and on the last day, the 26th, I found a very large tortoise, which was a real treat for me. My meals were organized like this: I had a bunch of raisins for breakfast, a piece of the goat’s meat or turtle for dinner, grilled; unfortunately, I had no pot to boil or stew anything. I ate two or three of the turtle's eggs for supper.

During this confinement in my cover by the rain, I worked daily two or three hours at enlarging my cave, and by degrees worked it on towards one side, till I came to the outside of the hill, and made a door, or way out, which came beyond my fence or wall; and so I came in and out this way. But I was not perfectly easy at lying so open; for as I had managed myself before, I was in a perfect enclosure; whereas now, I thought I lay exposed, and open for anything to come in upon me; and yet I could not perceive that there was any living thing to fear, the biggest creature that I had yet seen upon the island being a goat.

While I was stuck in my shelter from the rain, I spent two or three hours each day expanding my cave. Gradually, I worked my way toward one side until I reached the outside of the hill, where I created a door that extended beyond my fence or wall. This gave me a new entrance and exit. However, I didn’t feel completely safe being so exposed. Before, I had a solid enclosure, but now I felt like I was vulnerable to anything that might approach. Still, I couldn’t see any living creature to worry about, the largest animal I had encountered on the island being a goat.

Sept. 30.—I was now come to the unhappy anniversary of my landing. I cast up the notches on my post, and found I136 had been on shore three hundred and sixty-five days. I kept this day as a solemn fast, setting it apart to religious exercise, prostrating myself on the ground with the most serious humiliation, confessing my sins to God, acknowledging His righteous judgments upon me, and praying to Him to have mercy on me through Jesus Christ; and having not tasted the least refreshment for twelve hours, even till the going down of the sun, I then ate a biscuit-cake and a bunch of grapes, and went to bed, finishing the day as I began it.

Sept. 30.—I had now reached the unhappy anniversary of my arrival. I checked the notches on my post and realized I had been on land for three hundred and sixty-five days. I observed this day as a solemn fast, dedicating it to prayer and reflection, lying down on the ground in deep humility, confessing my wrongs to God, recognizing His just judgments against me, and asking for His mercy through Jesus Christ. After going twelve hours without any food, until sunset, I finally ate a biscuit and a bunch of grapes, then went to bed, ending the day just as I had started it.

I had all this time observed no Sabbath day, for as at first I had no sense of religion upon my mind, I had, after some time, omitted to distinguish the weeks, by making a longer notch than ordinary for the Sabbath day, and so did not really know what any of the days were. But now, having cast up the days, as above, I found I had been there a year, so I divided it into weeks, and set apart every seventh day for a Sabbath; though I found at the end of my account, I had lost a day or two in my reckoning.

I hadn't been observing the Sabbath at all because, at first, I didn’t feel any religious feelings. After a while, I stopped keeping track of the weeks by making a longer notch than usual for the Sabbath, so I genuinely didn’t know what day it was. But now, after counting the days as I mentioned before, I realized I had been there for a year. I then divided it into weeks and decided to set aside every seventh day as a Sabbath, even though I discovered that I had lost a day or two in my counting.

A little after this my ink began to fail me, and so I contented myself to use it more sparingly, and to write down only the most remarkable events of my life, without continuing a daily memorandum of other things.

A little after this, my ink started to run low, so I made do by using it more sparingly and decided to only write down the most significant events of my life, instead of keeping a daily record of other things.

The rainy season and the dry season began now to appear regular to me, and I learned to divide them so as to provide for them accordingly; but I bought all my experience before I had it, and this I am going to relate was one of the most discouraging experiments that I made at all. I have mentioned that I had saved the few ears of barley and rice, which I137 had so surprisingly found spring up, as I thought, of themselves, and believe there were about thirty stalks of rice, and about twenty of barley; and now I thought it a proper time to sow it after the rains, the sun being in its southern position, going from me.

The rainy season and the dry season started to feel pretty routine to me, and I figured out how to separate them so I could plan accordingly. But I gained all my knowledge through tough experiences, and what I'm about to share was one of the most discouraging experiments I ever attempted. I’ve mentioned that I saved the few ears of barley and rice that I so unexpectedly found sprouting, as I believed, on their own, and I think there were around thirty stalks of rice and about twenty of barley. Now I thought it was the right time to plant them after the rains, with the sun in its southern position, moving away from me.

Accordingly I dug up a piece of ground as well as I could with my wooden spade, and dividing it into two parts, I sowed my grain; but as I was sowing, it casually occurred to my thoughts that I would not sow it all at first, because I did not know when was the proper time for it, so I sowed about two-thirds of the seed, leaving about a handful of each.

Accordingly, I dug up a portion of the ground as best as I could with my wooden spade, and divided it into two parts to sow my grain. However, while I was sowing, I suddenly realized that I shouldn't plant all of it at once since I wasn't sure when the right time was, so I decided to sow about two-thirds of the seeds, leaving a handful of each type behind.

It was a great comfort to me afterwards that I did so, for not one grain of that I sowed this time came to anything, for the dry months following, the earth having had no rain after the seed was sown, it had no moisture to assist its growth, and never came up at all till the wet season had come again, and then it grew as if it had been but newly sown.

It was a huge relief for me later that I did that because not a single bit of what I planted this time grew at all. The dry months after I sowed the seeds meant that the earth got no rain, so there was no moisture to help them grow. They didn’t sprout until the wet season returned, and then they grew as if they had just been planted.

Finding my first seed did not grow, which I easily imagined was by the drought, I sought for a moister piece of ground to make another trial in, and I dug up a piece of ground near my new bower, and sowed the rest of my seed in February, a little before the vernal equinox. And this having the rainy months of March and April to water it, sprung up very pleasantly, and yielded a very good crop; but having part of the seed left only, and not daring to sow all that I had, I had but a small quantity at last, my whole crop not amounting to above half a peck of each kind. But by this experiment I was made master of my business, and knew exactly when the proper season138 was to sow, and that I might expect two seed-times and two harvests every year.

Finding my first seed didn’t grow, which I easily thought was due to the drought. I looked for a wetter spot to try again, so I dug up some ground near my new shelter and planted the rest of my seeds in February, just before the spring equinox. Since I had the rainy months of March and April to water them, they grew quite well and produced a good crop. However, I still had some seeds left and didn’t want to plant everything I had, so in the end, I only had a small amount. My entire harvest didn’t amount to more than half a peck of each kind. But from this experience, I learned how to handle my planting better and understood exactly when the right season was to sow. I realized that I could expect two planting seasons and two harvests each year.

While this corn was growing, I made a little discovery, which was of use to me afterwards. As soon as the rains were over, and the weather began to settle, which was about the month of November, I made a visit up the country to my bower, where, though I had not been some months, yet I found all things just as I left them. The circle or double hedge that I had made was not only firm and entire, but the stakes which I had cut out of some trees that grew thereabouts were all shot out, and grown with long branches, as much as a willow-tree usually shoots the first year after lopping its head. I could not tell what tree to call it that these stakes were cut from. I was surprised, and yet very well pleased to see the young trees grow, and I pruned them, and led them up to grow as much alike as I could. And it is scarce credible how beautiful a figure they grew into in three years; so that though the hedge made a circle of about twenty-five yards in diameter, yet the trees, for such I might now call them, soon covered it, and it was a complete shade, sufficient to lodge under all the dry season.

While this corn was growing, I made a little discovery that turned out to be useful later on. Once the rains stopped and the weather started to settle down, around November, I decided to visit my bower, where I hadn’t been for a few months. I found everything just as I had left it. The double hedge I created was not only intact, but the stakes I had cut from nearby trees had all sprouted long branches, similar to how a willow tree grows after being pruned. I couldn't identify the type of tree these stakes came from. I was surprised but pleased to see the young trees thriving, so I pruned them and trained them to grow as similarly as possible. It’s hard to believe how beautiful they became in just three years; even though the hedge formed a circle about twenty-five yards in diameter, the trees—now truly trees—quickly filled it in, providing full shade, perfect for staying cool during the dry season.

This made me resolve to cut some more stakes, and make me a hedge like this, in a semicircle round my wall (I mean that of my first dwelling), which I did; and placing the trees or stakes in a double row, at about eight yards distance from my first fence, they grew presently, and were at first a fine cover to my habitation, and afterward served for a defence also, as I shall observe in its order.

This motivated me to cut some more stakes and create a hedge like this, in a semicircle around my wall (the one from my first home), which I did. I set the trees or stakes in a double row, about eight yards away from my first fence. They grew quickly and initially provided a nice cover for my home, and later also served as a defense, as I will explain in due time.


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I found now that the seasons of the year might generally be divided, not into summer and winter, as in Europe, but into the rainy seasons and the dry seasons. The rainy season sometimes held longer or shorter as the winds happened to blow, but this was the general observation I made. After I had found by experience the ill consequence of being abroad in the rain, I took care to furnish myself with provisions beforehand, that I might not be obliged to go out; and I sat within doors as much as possible during the wet months.

I discovered that the seasons of the year could be generally divided, not into summer and winter like in Europe, but into rainy seasons and dry seasons. The rainy season sometimes lasted longer or shorter depending on how the winds blew, but this was my overall observation. After experiencing the negative effects of being outside in the rain, I made sure to stock up on supplies beforehand so I wouldn't have to go out; and I stayed indoors as much as possible during the wet months.

In this time I found much employment, and very suitable also to the time, for I found great occasion of many things which I had no way to furnish myself with but by hard labor and constant application; particularly, I tried many ways to make myself a basket; but all the twigs I could get for the purpose proved so brittle, that they would do nothing. It proved of excellent advantage to me now, that when I was a boy I used to take great delight in standing at a basket-maker’s in the town where my father lived, to see them make their wicker-ware; and being, as boys usually are, very officious to help, and a great observer of the manner how they worked140 those things, and sometimes lending a hand, I had by this means full knowledge of the methods of it, that I wanted nothing but the materials; when it came into my mind that the twigs of that tree from whence I cut my stakes that grew might possibly be as tough as the sallows, and willows, and osiers in England, and I resolved to try.

During this time, I found a lot of work to keep me busy, which was quite fitting because I had many things I needed that I could only get through hard work and consistent effort. Specifically, I attempted various methods to make a basket. However, all the twigs I could find for this purpose were so brittle that they were useless. It turned out to be very beneficial that when I was a kid, I enjoyed watching basket-makers in the town where my father lived. I would stand by and observe them making their woven goods, eager to help, and paying close attention to how they worked. Sometimes, I even lent a hand, which gave me a solid understanding of the techniques they used. I realized I just needed the right materials. Then, it occurred to me that the twigs from the tree where I had cut my stakes might be as strong as the sallow, willow, and osier twigs in England, so I decided to give it a shot.

Accordingly, the next day, I went to my country house, as I called it; and cutting some of the smaller twigs, I found them to my purpose as much as I could desire; whereupon I came the next time prepared with a hatchet to cut down a quantity, which I soon found, for there was plenty of them. These I set up to dry within my circle or hedge, and when they were fit for use, I carried them to my cave; and here during the next season I employed myself in making, as well as I could, a great many baskets, both to carry earth, or to lay up anything as I had occasion. And though I did not finish them very handsomely, yet I made them sufficiently serviceable for my purpose. And thus, afterwards, I took care never to be without them; and as my wicker-ware decayed, I made more, especially I made strong deep baskets to place my corn in, instead of sacks, when I should come to have any quantity of it.

The next day, I went to my country house, as I called it, and after cutting some of the smaller twigs, I found them exactly what I needed. So, the next time I came prepared with a hatchet to cut down a good amount, which I quickly found since there were plenty around. I set them up to dry inside my circle or hedge, and when they were ready to use, I took them to my cave. During the next season, I spent my time making as many baskets as I could, both to carry dirt and to store things as needed. Although I didn’t make them look very nice, they were good enough for what I needed. After that, I made sure I always had some on hand, and as my wicker baskets wore out, I created more, especially strong, deep baskets to hold my corn instead of sacks when I started to have a significant amount.

Having mastered this difficulty, and employed a world of time about it, I bestirred myself to see, if possible, how to supply two wants. I had no vessels to hold anything that was liquid, except two runlets, which were almost full of rum, and some glass bottles, some of the common size, and others which were case-bottles square, for the holding of waters,141 spirits, etc. I had not so much as a pot to boil anything, except a great kettle, which I saved out of the ship, and which was too big for such use as I desired it, viz., to make broth, and stew a bit of meat by itself. The second thing I would fain have had was a tobacco-pipe; but it was impossible for me to make one. However, I found a contrivance for that, too, at last.

After overcoming this challenge and spending a lot of time on it, I got myself moving to figure out how to meet two needs. I had no containers for anything liquid except for two small barrels that were nearly full of rum, and some glass bottles, some of the regular size and others that were square case-bottles for holding water, spirits, etc. I didn't even have a pot to cook anything in, except a large kettle I saved from the ship, which was too big for what I needed, namely, to make broth and cook some meat on its own. The second thing I really wanted was a tobacco pipe, but I couldn't make one. However, I eventually came up with an idea for that, too.

I employed myself in planting my second rows of stakes or piles and in this wicker-working all the summer or dry season, when another business took me up more time than it could be imagined I could spare.

I kept myself busy planting my second rows of stakes or posts, and I worked on this wicker-making all summer or during the dry season, while another task occupied even more time than I thought I could manage.

I mentioned before that I had a great mind to see the whole island, and that I had travelled up the brook, and so on to where I built my bower, and where I had an opening quite to the sea, on the other side of the island. I now resolved to travel quite across to the seashore on that side; so taking my gun, a hatchet, and my dog, and a larger quantity of powder and shot than usual, with two biscuit-cakes and a great bunch of raisins in my pouch for my store, I began my journey. When I had passed the vale where my bower stood, as above, I came within view of the sea to the west; and it being a very clear day, I fairly descried land, whether an island or a continent I could not tell; but it lay very high, extending from the west to the W.S.W. at a very great distance; by my guess, it could not be less than fifteen or twenty leagues off.

I mentioned earlier that I was really eager to explore the entire island, and that I had traveled up the creek to where I built my shelter, which had an opening right to the sea on the other side of the island. I decided to travel all the way across to the shoreline on that side; so I took my gun, a hatchet, my dog, and more gunpowder and ammunition than usual, along with two biscuit cakes and a big bunch of raisins in my pouch for supplies, and I started my journey. After passing the valley where my shelter was, I came into view of the sea to the west; it was a very clear day, and I could actually see land, though I couldn't tell if it was an island or a continent; it was quite high and stretched from the west to the west-southwest at a great distance; by my estimation, it was probably at least fifteen or twenty leagues away.

I could not tell what part of the world this might be, otherwise than that I knew it must be part of America, and, as I concluded, by all my observations, must be near the Spanish142 dominions, and perhaps was all inhabited by savages, where, if I should have landed, I had been in a worse condition than I was now; and therefore I acquiesced in the dispositions of Providence, which I began now to own and to believe ordered everything for the best. I say, I quieted my mind with this, and left afflicting myself with fruitless wishes of being there.

I couldn't figure out exactly where I was in the world, except that I knew it had to be somewhere in America. From all my observations, it seemed to be close to Spanish territory, and I guessed it was mostly populated by indigenous people. If I had landed there, I would have been in a worse situation than I was now. So, I accepted what fate had in store for me, and I started to believe that everything was happening for a reason. I told myself to let go of the pointless desire to be there.

Besides, after some pause upon this affair, I considered that if this land was the Spanish coast, I should certainly, one time or other, see some vessel pass or repass one way or other; but if not, then it was the savage coast between the Spanish country and Brazils, which are indeed the worst of savages; for they are cannibals or men-eaters, and fail not to murder and devour all the human bodies that fall into their hands.

Besides, after thinking about this for a bit, I realized that if this land was the Spanish coast, I would definitely see a ship come and go at some point; but if not, then it was the wild coast between Spain and Brazil, which has the most brutal savages; because they are cannibals and don’t hesitate to kill and eat anyone who falls into their grasp.

With these considerations I walked very leisurely forward. I found that side of the island, where I now was, much pleasanter than mine, the open or savanna fields sweet, adorned with flowers and full of very fine woods.

With these thoughts in mind, I strolled forward at a relaxed pace. I found this side of the island, where I was now, much more pleasant than mine, with open grassy fields that were sweet, decorated with flowers and surrounded by beautiful woods.

I saw abundance of parrots, and fain I would have caught one, if possible, to have kept it to be tame, and taught it to speak to me. I did, after some painstaking, catch a young parrot, for I knocked it down with a stick, and having recovered it, I brought it home; but it was some years before I could make him speak. However, at last I taught him to call me by my name very familiarly. But the accident that followed, though it be a trifle, will be very diverting in its place.

I saw a lot of parrots, and I really wanted to catch one, if I could, to keep it as a pet and teach it to talk to me. After some effort, I managed to catch a young parrot by knocking it down with a stick, and once I got it, I brought it home; but it took me a few years before I could get it to speak. Eventually, I taught it to call me by my name quite casually. However, the incident that happened afterward, although it seems small, will be very entertaining when I share it.

I was exceedingly diverted with this journey. I found in the low grounds hares, as I thought them to be, and foxes; but they differed greatly from all the other kinds I had met143 with, nor could I satisfy myself to eat them, though I killed several. But I had no need to be venturous, for I had no want of food, and of that which was very good too; especially these three sorts, viz., goats, pigeons, and turtle, or tortoise; which, added to my grapes, Leadenhall Market could not have furnished a table better than I, in proportion to the company. And though my case was deplorable enough, yet I had great cause for thankfulness, and that I was not driven to any extremities for food, but rather plenty, even to dainties.

I was really entertained by this journey. I found what I thought were hares and foxes in the low grounds, but they were quite different from any other kinds I had encountered143. I couldn’t bring myself to eat them, even though I killed a few. However, I didn’t need to take risks, as I had plenty of food, and it was all really good too. Especially these three kinds: goats, pigeons, and turtle, or tortoise; which, combined with my grapes, would have made a better spread than you’d find at Leadenhall Market, considering the company. And even though my situation was pretty grim, I still had plenty of reasons to be thankful, as I wasn’t pushed to extreme measures for food, but instead had an abundance, even of delicacies.

I never travelled in this journey above two miles outright in a day, or thereabouts; but I took so many turns and returns, to see what discoveries I could make, that I came weary enough to the place where I resolved to sit down for all night; and then I either reposed myself in a tree, or surrounded myself with a row of stakes, set upright in the ground, either from one tree to another, or so as no wild creature could come at me without waking me.

I never traveled more than about two miles in a day on this journey. However, I took so many twists and turns to see what I could find that I ended up pretty worn out by the time I reached the spot where I decided to camp for the night. Then, I either rested in a tree or made a circle of stakes, standing upright in the ground, either connecting one tree to another, or arranged so that no wild animal could get to me without waking me up.

As soon as I came to the seashore, I was surprised to see that I had taken up my lot on the worst side of the island, for here indeed the shore was covered with innumerable turtles; whereas, on the other side, I had found but three in a year and a half. Here was also an infinite number of fowls of many kinds, some which I had seen, and some which I had not seen before, and many of them very good meat, but such as I knew not the names of except those called penguins.

As soon as I got to the beach, I was shocked to realize that I had chosen the worst spot on the island. The shore was packed with countless turtles, while on the other side, I had only seen three in a year and a half. There were also tons of birds of various kinds, some I recognized, and some I had never seen before. Many of them were good to eat, but I didn't know their names except for the ones called penguins.

I could have shot as many as I pleased, but was very sparing of my powder and shot, and therefore had more mind to kill a she-goat, if I could, which I could better feed on; and144 though there were many goats here, more than on my side the island, yet it was with much more difficulty that I could come near them, the country being flat and even, and they saw me much sooner than when I was on the hill.

I could have shot as many as I wanted, but I was really careful with my gunpowder and ammo, so I preferred to hunt a female goat if I could, since I could feed on that better. Though there were many goats here, more than on my side of the island, it was much harder to get close to them. The land was flat and open, and they spotted me way sooner than when I was up on the hill.144

I confess this side of the country was much pleasanter than mine; but yet I had not the least inclination to remove, for as I was fixed in my habitation, it became natural to me, and I seemed all the while I was here to be as it were upon a journey, and from home. However, I travelled along the shore of the sea towards the east, I suppose about twelve miles, and then setting up a great pole upon the shore for a mark, I concluded I would go home again; and that the next journey I took should be on the other side of the island, east from my dwelling, and so round till I came to my post again; of which in its place.

I admit this part of the country was much nicer than mine; however, I had no desire to move. Since I was settled in my home, it felt natural to me, and while I was here, it seemed like I was just on a trip, away from home. Nonetheless, I traveled along the coast toward the east for about twelve miles. After that, I set up a tall pole on the shore as a marker and decided to head back home. I planned that my next journey would be on the other side of the island, east of my place, and I would continue around until I reached my marker again, which I’ll explain later.

I took another way to come back than that I went, thinking I could easily keep all the island so much in my view, that I could not miss finding my first dwelling by viewing the country. But I found myself mistaken; for being come about two or three miles, I found myself descended into a very large valley, but so surrounded with hills, and those hills covered with wood, that I could not see which was my way by any direction but that of the sun, nor even then, unless I knew very well the position of the sun at that time of the day.

I took a different route back than the one I came from, thinking I could easily keep the whole island in view so I wouldn't miss finding my first home by looking at the landscape. But I was wrong; after traveling about two or three miles, I ended up in a very large valley, surrounded by hills, and those hills were so covered with woods that I couldn’t see which way to go except by following the sun. Even then, I could only rely on this if I knew exactly where the sun was supposed to be at that time of day.

It happened to my farther misfortune, that the weather proved hazy for three or four days while I was in this valley; and not being able to see the sun, I wandered about very uncomfortably, and at last was obliged to find out the seaside,145 look for my post, and come back the same way I went; and then by easy journeys I turned homeward, the weather being exceeding hot, and my gun, ammunition, hatchet, and other things very heavy.

It turned out to be my father's misfortune that the weather was cloudy for three or four days while I was in this valley; unable to see the sun, I wandered around feeling quite uncomfortable, and eventually had to find the seaside, look for my mail, and retrace my steps. After that, I made my way home little by little, with the weather being extremely hot, and my gun, ammo, hatchet, and other gear feeling very heavy.145


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In this journey my dog surprised a young kid, and seized upon it, and I running in to take hold of it, caught it, and saved it alive from the dog. I had a great mind to bring it home if I could, for I had often been musing whether it might not be possible to get a kid or two, and so raise a breed of tame goats, which might supply me when my powder and shot should be all spent.

In this journey, my dog startled a young goat, chased after it, and I ran in to grab it, caught it, and saved it from the dog. I really wanted to take it home if I could, since I had often been thinking about whether it might be possible to get a kid or two, and raise a breed of tame goats that could supply me when my powder and shot ran out.

I made a collar to this little creature, and with a string, which I made of some rope-yarn, which I always carried about me, I led him along, though with some difficulty, till I came to my bower, and there I enclosed him and left him, for I was very impatient to be at home, from whence I had been absent above a month.

I made a collar for this little creature, and with a string I made from some rope yarn that I always carried with me, I led him along, though it was a bit difficult, until I got to my shelter. There, I enclosed him and left him because I was really eager to get home, from where I had been away for over a month.

I cannot express what a satisfaction it was to me to come into my old hutch, and lie down in my hammock-bed. This little wandering journey, without settled place of abode, had been so unpleasant to me, that my own house, as I called it to myself, was a perfect settlement to be compared to that; and it rendered everything about me so comfortable, that I resolved I would never go a great way from it again, while it should be my lot to stay on the island.

I can't describe how satisfying it was to return to my old hut and lie down in my hammock. This little journey, without a permanent place to stay, had been so unpleasant that my home, as I referred to it, felt like a perfect sanctuary in comparison. It made everything around me so cozy that I decided I would never wander far from it again as long as I was stuck on the island.

I reposed myself here a week, to rest and regale myself147 after my long journey; during which most of the time was taken up in the weighty affair of making a cage for my Poll, who began now to be a mere domestic, and to be mighty well acquainted with me. Then I began to think of the poor kid which I had penned in within my little circle, and resolved to go and fetch it home, or give it some food. Accordingly I went, and found it where I left it, for indeed it could not get out, but almost starved for want of food. I went and cut boughs of trees, and branches of such shrubs as I could find, and threw it over, and having fed it, I tied it as I did before, to lead it away; but it was so tame with being hungry, that I had no need to have tied it, for it followed me like a dog. And as I continually fed it, the creature became so loving, so gentle, and so fond, that it became from that time one of my domestics also, and would never leave me afterwards.

I stayed here for a week to relax and treat myself after my long journey. Most of that time was spent on the important task of building a cage for Poll, who was becoming more of a pet and getting quite familiar with me. Then I started thinking about the poor kid I had penned up in my little enclosure, and I decided to go get it or at least give it some food. So, I went and found it exactly where I left it; it couldn't escape and was nearly starving. I cut branches from trees and shrubs I could find and threw them over to it. After feeding it, I tied it up like before to take it home, but it was so tame from being hungry that I didn't really need to tie it up; it followed me like a dog. And as I kept feeding it, the creature became so affectionate, gentle, and devoted that it became one of my pets too and never left me after that.

The rainy season of the autumnal equinox was now come, and I kept the 30th of September in the same solemn manner as before, being the anniversary of my landing on the island, having now been there two years, and no more prospect of being delivered than the first day I came there. I spent the whole day in humble and thankful acknowledgments of the many wonderful mercies which my solitary condition was attended with, and without which it might have been infinitely more miserable. I gave humble and hearty thanks that God had been pleased to discover to me even that it was possible I might be more happy in this solitary condition, than I should have been in a liberty of society, and in all the pleasures of the world; that He could fully make up to me the deficiencies148 of my solitary state, and the want of human society, by His presence, and the communications of His grace to my soul, supporting, comforting, and encouraging me to depend upon His providence here, and hope for His eternal presence hereafter.

The rainy season of the autumn equinox had arrived, and I marked the 30th of September with the same seriousness as before, remembering the anniversary of my arrival on the island. I had now been there two years, with no more hope of rescue than on the first day I landed. I spent the entire day in humble and grateful acknowledgment of the many amazing blessings that my solitary situation brought me, without which it could have been much more miserable. I sincerely thanked God for showing me that it was possible to be happier in this solitary condition than I would have been in the company of others and enjoying all the pleasures of the world; that He could completely compensate for the shortcomings of my solitude and the lack of human companionship with His presence and the grace He extended to my soul, supporting, comforting, and encouraging me to rely on His guidance here and to hope for His eternal presence in the future.

It was now that I began sensibly to feel how much more happy this life I now led was, with all its miserable circumstances, than the wicked, cursed, abominable life I led all the past part of my days. And now I changed both my sorrows and my joys; my very desires altered, my affections changed their gusts, and my delights were perfectly new from what they were at my first coming, or indeed for the two years past.

It was at this point that I truly started to understand how much happier my life was now, despite its miserable circumstances, compared to the terrible, cursed life I had lived for so long. My sorrows and joys shifted; my desires changed, my feelings took on new directions, and my pleasures were completely different from what they were when I first arrived or even for the last two years.

Before, as I walked about, either on my hunting, or for viewing the country, the anguish of my soul at my condition would break out upon me on a sudden, and my very heart would die within me, to think of the woods, the mountains, the deserts I was in, and how I was a prisoner, locked up with the eternal bars and bolts of the ocean, in an uninhabited wilderness, without redemption. In the midst of the greatest composures of my mind, this would break out upon me like a storm, and make me wring my hands, and weep like a child. Sometimes it would take me in the middle of my work, and I would immediately sit down and sigh, and look upon the ground for an hour or two together; and this was still worse to me, for if I could burst out into tears, or vent myself by words, it would go off, and the grief, having exhausted itself, would abate.

Before, as I walked around, whether I was hunting or just exploring the area, the pain of my situation would suddenly hit me, and my heart would feel like it was dying inside me when I thought about the woods, the mountains, and the deserts surrounding me. I was a prisoner, trapped by the endless bars and bolts of the ocean in an empty wilderness, with no way out. Even in the moments when I felt most calm, this overwhelming feeling would crash over me like a storm, making me wring my hands and cry like a child. Sometimes it would strike me right in the middle of my work, and I would sit down, sigh, and stare at the ground for an hour or two. This was even worse for me because if I could just let out my tears or express my feelings in words, it would pass, and the grief, having let out its steam, would lessen.

But now I began to exercise myself with new thoughts.149 I daily read the Word of God, and applied all the comforts of it to my present state. One morning, being very sad, I opened the Bible upon these words, “I will never, never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” Immediately it occurred that these words were to me; why else should they be directed in such a manner, just at the moment when I was mourning over my condition, as one forsaken of God and man? “Well, then,” said I, “if God does not forsake me, of what ill consequence can it be, or what matters it, though the world should all forsake me, seeing on the other hand if I had all the world, and should lose the favor and blessing of God, there would be no comparison in the loss?”

But now I started to fill my mind with new thoughts.149 I read the Bible daily and applied all its comforts to my situation. One morning, feeling really down, I opened the Bible to the words, “I will never, never leave you, nor forsake you.” It hit me that these words were meant for me; why else would they show up in such a meaningful way right when I was feeling abandoned by God and everyone else? “Well, then,” I thought, “if God doesn’t abandon me, what does it matter if the whole world turns its back on me? Because if I had everything in the world but lost God’s favor and blessing, that loss would be so much greater.”

From this moment I began to conclude in my mind that it was possible for me to be more happy in this forsaken solitary condition, than it was probable I should ever have been in any other particular state in the world, and with this thought I was going to give thanks to God for bringing me to this place.

From this moment on, I started to believe that I could be happier in this lonely, deserted situation than I would have ever been in any other part of the world, and with this thought, I was about to thank God for bringing me here.

I know not what it was, but something shocked my mind at that thought, and I durst not speak the words. “How canst thou be such a hypocrite,” said I, even audibly, “to pretend to be thankful for a condition which, however thou mayest endeavor to be contented with, thou wouldest rather pray heartily to be delivered from?” So I stopped there; but though I could not say I thanked God for being there, yet I sincerely gave thanks to God for opening my eyes, by whatever afflicting providences, to see the former condition of my life, and to mourn for my wickedness, and repent. I never150 opened the Bible, or shut it, but my very soul within me blessed God for directing my friend in England, without any order of mine, to pack it up among my goods, and for assisting me afterwards to save it out of the wreck of the ship.

I don’t know what it was, but something shocked me at that thought, and I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. “How can you be such a hypocrite,” I said, even out loud, “to act grateful for a situation that, no matter how much you try to accept it, you would actually rather pray sincerely to escape?” So I stopped there; but even though I couldn’t say I was thankful to God for being in that situation, I truly did thank God for opening my eyes, through whatever painful circumstances, to see how I had lived before, and to feel sorrow for my wrongdoings and repent. I never opened the Bible, or closed it, without my very soul inside me praising God for guiding my friend in England, without any direction from me, to pack it with my belongings, and for helping me afterward to save it from the shipwreck.

Thus, and in this disposition of mind, I began my third year; and though I have not given the reader the trouble of so particular account of my works this year as the first, yet in general it may be observed, that I was very seldom idle, but having regularly divided my time, according to the several daily employments that were before me, such as, first, my duty to God, and the reading the Scriptures, which I constantly set apart some time for, thrice every day; secondly, the going abroad with my gun for food, which generally took me up three hours in every morning, when it did not rain; thirdly, the ordering, curing, preserving, and cooking what I had killed or caught for my supply; these took up a great part of the day; also, it is to be considered that the middle of the day, when the sun was in the zenith, the violence of the heat was too great to stir out; so that about four hours in the evening was all the time I could be supposed to work in, with this exception, that sometimes I changed my hours of hunting and working, and went to work in the morning, and abroad with my gun in the afternoon.

So, with this mindset, I started my third year. Although I haven't provided the reader with as detailed an account of my activities this year as I did in the first, generally speaking, it's clear that I was rarely idle. I consistently divided my time based on the various daily tasks I had, such as, first, my duty to God, and reading the Scriptures, which I always set aside time for three times a day; secondly, going out with my gun to hunt for food, which usually took about three hours every morning when it wasn't raining; thirdly, managing, curing, preserving, and cooking what I had killed or caught for my meals; these tasks consumed a large part of my day. It should also be noted that during the middle of the day, when the sun was at its peak, the heat was too intense to go outside, so I could only really work for about four hours in the evening, except that sometimes I would switch my hunting and working hours, going to work in the morning and hunting in the afternoon.

To this short time allowed for labor, I desire may be added the exceeding laboriousness of my work; the many hours which, for want of tools, want of help, and want of skill, everything I did took up out of my time. For example, I was full two and forty days making me a board for a long shelf, which I151 wanted in my cave; whereas two sawyers, with their tools and a saw-pit, would have cut six of them out of the same tree in half a day.

To the short amount of time I had for work, I want to add how incredibly labor-intensive my tasks were; the countless hours everything took because I lacked the right tools, assistance, and skills. For instance, it took me a full forty-two days to make a board for a long shelf that I needed in my cave, while two experienced sawyers with their tools and a saw-pit could have cut six of them from the same tree in just half a day.

My case was this: it was to be a large tree which was to be cut down, because my board was to be a broad one. This tree I was three days a-cutting down, and two more cutting off the boughs, and reducing it to a log, or piece of timber. With inexpressible hacking and hewing, I reduced both the sides of it into chips till it begun to be light enough to move; then I turned it, and made one side of it smooth and flat as a board from end to end; then turning that side downward, cut the other side, till I brought the plank to be about three inches thick, and smooth on both sides. Any one may judge the labor of my hands in such a piece of work; but labor and patience carried me through that, and many other things. I only observe this in particular, to show the reason why so much of my time went away with so little work, viz., that what might be a little to be done with help and tools was a vast labor and required a prodigious time to do alone, and by hand. But notwithstanding this, with patience and labor, I went through many things, and, indeed, everything that my circumstances made necessary to me to do, as will appear by what follows.

My situation was this: I needed to cut down a large tree because I required a wide board. I spent three days chopping it down, and then two more days cutting off the branches and turning it into a log. With endless hacking and chopping, I shaped both sides into chips until it became light enough to move. Then I flipped it over and made one side smooth and flat from end to end; after that, I placed that side down and worked on the other side until I made the plank about three inches thick and smooth on both sides. Anyone can imagine the labor that went into this task, but with hard work and patience, I managed to accomplish that and many other things. I mention this specifically to explain why so much of my time was spent on so little work—what could’ve been done quickly with help and tools turned into a huge effort that took an enormous amount of time to do alone and by hand. Nonetheless, with patience and hard work, I managed to tackle many tasks, indeed everything that my situation required me to do, as will be shown in what follows.

I was now, in the months of November and December, expecting my crop of barley and rice. The ground I had manured or dug up for them was not great; for as I observed, my seed of each was not above the quantity of half a peck; for I had lost one whole crop by sowing in the dry season. But now my crop promised very well, when of a sudden I found152 I was in danger of losing it all again by enemies of several sorts, which it was scarce possible to keep from it; as, first the goats and wild creatures which I called hares, who, tasting the sweetness of the blade, lay in it night and day, as soon as it came up, and ate it so close, that it could get no time to shoot up into stalk.

I was now, during November and December, looking forward to my barley and rice harvest. The soil I had fertilized or tilled for them wasn’t great; as I noticed, my seed for each was hardly more than half a peck because I had lost a whole crop by planting in the dry season. But now my harvest looked promising, when suddenly I realized I was at risk of losing it all again due to various enemies that were almost impossible to keep away. First, there were the goats and wild animals I called hares, who, drawn by the sweetness of the young shoots, lay on them day and night as soon as they sprouted, eating them down so close that they barely had time to grow into stalks.

This I saw no remedy for but by making an enclosure about it with a hedge, which I did with a great deal of toil, and the more, because it required speed. However, as my arable land was but small, suited to my crop, I got it totally well fenced in about three weeks’ time, and shooting some of the creatures in the daytime, I set my dog to guard it in the night, tying him up to a stake at the gate, where he would stand and bark all night long; so in a little time the enemies forsook the place, and the corn grew very strong and well, and began to ripen apace.

I saw no solution except to surround it with a hedge, which I did with a lot of effort, especially since it needed to be done quickly. However, since my farmland was quite small and suitable for my crops, I managed to get it completely fenced in about three weeks. I shot some of the animals during the day and had my dog guard it at night, tying him to a stake at the gate where he would bark all night long. Before long, the pests left the area, and the corn grew strong and healthy, starting to ripen quickly.

But as the beasts ruined me before while my corn was in the blade, so the birds were as likely to ruin me now when it was in the ear; for going along by the place to see how it throve, I saw my little crop surrounded with fowls, of I know not how many sorts, who stood, as it were, watching till I should be gone. I immediately let fly among them, for I always had my gun with me. I had no sooner shot, but there rose up a little cloud of fowls, which I had not seen at all, from among the corn itself.

But just as the animals had ruined my crops before when the corn was just beginning to grow, the birds were just as likely to mess things up now that it was ripening. While I was walking by to check on how it was doing, I saw my small patch of corn surrounded by birds of all kinds, just waiting for me to leave. I quickly took aim and fired at them, since I always carried my gun with me. As soon as I shot, a small cloud of birds that I hadn't noticed at all flew up from among the corn.

This touched me sensibly, for I foresaw that in a few days they would devour all my hopes, that I should be starved, and never be able to raise a crop at all, and what to do I could153 not tell. However, I resolved not to lose my corn, if possible, though I should watch it night and day. In the first place, I went among it to see what damage was already done, and found they had spoiled a good deal of it; but that as it was yet too green for them, the loss was not so great but that the remainder was like to be a good crop if it could be saved.

This really affected me because I realized that in just a few days, they would consume all my hopes, leave me starving, and I wouldn’t be able to grow anything at all. I had no idea what to do. Still, I decided not to let my corn go to waste if I could help it, even if it meant watching it day and night. First, I went through the field to assess the damage and discovered they had ruined quite a bit of it. However, since it was still too green for them, the loss wasn’t so severe that the rest couldn't potentially produce a good crop if I could save it.

I stayed by it to load my gun, and then coming away, I could easily see the thieves sitting upon all the trees about me, as if they only waited till I was gone away. And the event proved it to be so; for as I walked off, as if I was gone, I was no sooner out of their sight but they dropped down, one by one, into the corn again. I was so provoked, that I could not have patience to stay till more came on, knowing that every grain that they ate now was, as it might be said, a peck-loaf to me in the consequence; but coming up to the hedge, I fired again, and killed three of them. This was what I wished for; so I took them up, and served them as we serve notorious thieves in England, viz., hanged them in chains, for a terror to others. It is impossible to imagine almost that this should have such an effect as it had, for the fowls would not only not come at the corn, but, in short, they forsook all that part of the island, and I could never see a bird near the place as long as my scarecrows hung there.

I stayed by it to load my gun, and then as I walked away, I could easily see the thieves sitting in the trees all around me, as if they were just waiting for me to leave. And it turned out to be exactly that; because as I walked off, pretending to be gone, no sooner was I out of their sight than they dropped down, one by one, back into the corn. I was so frustrated that I couldn't wait for more to show up, knowing that every grain they ate was like a loaf of bread to me in the end; but when I got to the hedge, I fired again and killed three of them. This was what I wanted; so I collected them and did what we normally do with notorious thieves in England: I hanged them in chains to scare others. It's hard to believe, but this had such an effect that the birds not only avoided the corn, but they completely deserted that part of the island, and I never saw a bird near the place as long as my scarecrows were hanging there.

This I was very glad of, you may be sure; and about the latter end of December, which was our second harvest of the year, I reaped my crop.

This made me really happy, as you can imagine; and toward the end of December, which was our second harvest of the year, I harvested my crop.

I was sadly put to it for a scythe or a sickle to cut it down, and all I could do was to make one as well as I could out of154 one of the broadswords, or cutlasses, which I saved among the arms out of the ship. However, as my first crop was but small, I had no great difficulty to cut it down; in short, I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made, and so rubbed it out with my hands; and at the end of all my harvesting, I found that out of my half peck of seed I had near two bushels of rice, and above two bushels and a half of barley, that is to say, by my guess, for I had no measure at that time.

I was in a tough spot without a scythe or sickle to cut it down, so I had to make do with what I could create out of one of the broadswords or cutlasses I had salvaged from the ship. Luckily, since my first crop was small, it wasn’t too hard to harvest. In short, I reaped it my way; I just cut off the heads and carried it away in a large basket I had made. Then I rubbed it out with my hands. By the end of my harvest, I found that from my half peck of seed, I had nearly two bushels of rice and over two and a half bushels of barley—this was just my estimate since I didn’t have any measuring tools at the time.

However, this was a great encouragement to me, and I foresaw that, in time, it would please God to supply me with bread. And yet here I was perplexed again, for I neither knew how to grind or make meal of my corn, or indeed how to clean it and part it; nor, if made into meal, how to make bread of it, and if how to make it, yet I knew not how to bake it. These things being added to my desire of having a good quantity for store, and to secure a constant supply, I resolved not to taste any of this crop, but to preserve it all for seed against the next season, and, in the meantime, to employ all my study and hours of working to accomplish this great work of providing myself with corn and bread.

However, this was a huge encouragement for me, and I anticipated that, eventually, it would please God to provide me with food. Yet, I found myself confused again, as I didn’t know how to grind my corn or make it into meal, nor did I know how to clean it and separate it; even if I did manage to make meal from it, I still didn’t know how to turn it into bread, and if I figured out how to make it, I still had no idea how to bake it. With these challenges adding to my desire to have a good supply stored up and ensure a constant source, I decided not to eat any of this harvest, but to keep it all for seed for the next season. In the meantime, I planned to dedicate all my time and effort to achieving this important goal of providing myself with corn and bread.

It might be truly said, that now I worked for my bread. ’Tis a little wonderful, and what I believe few people have thought much upon, viz., the strange multitude of little things necessary in the providing, producing, curing, dressing, making, and finishing this one article of bread.

It could be accurately said that now I earned my living. It's a bit amazing, and I think few people have really considered the strange number of small things needed to provide, produce, prepare, cook, shape, and finish this one item of bread.

I reaped it my way, for I cut nothing off but the ears, and carried it away in a great basket which I had made

I, that was reduced to a mere state of nature, found this to my daily discouragement, and was made more and more155 sensible of it every hour, even after I had got the first handful of seed-corn, which, as I have said, came up unexpectedly, and indeed to a surprise.

I, who had been brought down to a basic state of existence, found this to be a constant source of frustration for me, and I became more aware of it every hour, even after I unexpectedly received the first handful of seed-corn, which caught me by surprise.

First, I had no plough to turn up the earth, no spade or shovel to dig it. Well, this I conquered by making a wooden spade, as I observed before, but this did my work in but a wooden manner; and though it cost me a great many days to make it, yet, for want of iron, it not only wore out the sooner, but made my work the harder, and made it be performed much worse.

First, I didn’t have a plow to turn the soil, nor a spade or shovel to dig it. I managed to get around this by making a wooden spade, as I mentioned before, but it wasn’t very effective. Even though it took me a lot of days to make it, the lack of iron meant it wore out quickly, made my work harder, and caused me to do a poorer job.

However, this I bore with, and was content to work it out with patience, and bear with the badness of the performance. When the corn was sowed, I had no harrow, but was forced to go over it myself, and drag a great heavy bough of a tree over it, to scratch it, as it may be called, rather than rake or harrow it.

However, I put up with it and was willing to work through it patiently, despite the poor quality of the performance. When the corn was sown, I didn’t have a harrow, so I had to manage it myself by dragging a heavy tree branch over it to scratch the surface, rather than raking or using a harrow.

When it was growing and grown, I have observed already how many things I wanted to fence it, secure it, mow or reap it, cure and carry it home, thrash, part it from the chaff, and save it. Then I wanted a mill to grind it, sieves to dress it, yeast and salt to make it into bread, and an oven to bake it, and yet all these things I did without, as shall be observed; and yet the corn was an inestimable comfort and advantage to me too. All this, as I said, made everything laborious and tedious to me, but that there was no help for; neither was my time so much loss to me, because, as I had divided it, a certain part of it was every day appointed to these works, and as I resolved to use none of the corn for bread till I had a greater156 quantity by me, I had the next six months to apply myself wholly, by labor and invention, to furnish myself with utensils proper for the performing all the operations necessary for the making the corn, when I had it, fit for my use.

When it was growing and once it was harvested, I realized how many things I needed to protect it, secure it, mow or reap it, cure it and bring it home, thresh it, separate it from the chaff, and save it. Then I needed a mill to grind it, sieves to process it, yeast and salt to turn it into bread, and an oven to bake it. Yet, I managed without all these things, as you’ll see; still, the corn brought me great comfort and benefit. Although, as I mentioned, it made everything labor-intensive and tedious for me, there was no way around it; and my time wasn’t entirely wasted because I divided my day, dedicating a certain part to these tasks. I decided not to use any of the corn for bread until I had a larger quantity set aside, so I had the next six months to focus entirely on working and figuring out how to equip myself with the tools needed to make the corn suitable for my needs.


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But first I was to prepare more land, for I had now seed enough to sow above an acre of ground. Before I did this, I had a week’s work at least to make me a spade, which, when it was done, was but a sorry one indeed, and very heavy, and required double labor to work with it. However, I went through that, and sowed my seed in two large flat pieces of ground, as near my house as I could find them to my mind, and fenced them in with a good hedge, the stakes of which were all cut of that wood which I had set before, and knew it would grow; so that in one year’s time I knew I should have a quick or living hedge, that would want but little repair. This work was not so little as to take me up less than three months, because great part of that time was of the wet season, when I could not go abroad.

But first I needed to clear more land because I now had enough seed to plant over an acre. Before I could do that, I had at least a week’s work to make a spade, which, when finished, was quite poor and very heavy, requiring twice the effort to use. Still, I managed to get it done and planted my seeds in two large, flat areas of land as close to my house as I could find, and I fenced them in with a solid hedge. The stakes for the hedge were all cut from the wood I had previously set out, knowing it would grow; so in just a year, I expected to have a living hedge that would need little maintenance. This task wasn’t small and took me no less than three months, as much of that time fell during the wet season when I couldn’t go outside.

Within doors, that is, when it rained, and I could not go out, I found employment on the following occasions; always observing, that all the while I was at work, I diverted myself with talking to my parrot, and teaching him to speak, and I quickly taught him to know his own name, and at last to speak it out pretty loud, “Poll,” which was the first word I ever heard spoken in the island by any mouth but my own.

When it rained and I couldn’t go outside, I kept myself busy in other ways. I always made sure to chat with my parrot and teach him to talk. Before long, he learned his own name and eventually spoke it quite loudly: “Poll.” That was the first word I ever heard anyone say on the island aside from my own voice.

This, therefore, was not my work, but an assistant to my158 work; for now, as I said, I had a great employment upon my hands, as follows, viz., I had long studied, by some means or other to make myself some earthern vessels, which indeed I wanted sorely, but knew not where to come at them. However, considering the heat of the climate, I did not doubt but if I could find out any such clay, I might botch up some such pot as might, being dried in the sun, be hard enough and strong enough to bear handling, and to hold anything that was dry, and required to be kept so; and as this was necessary in the preparing corn, meal, etc., which was the thing I was upon, I resolved to make some as large as I could, and fit only to stand jars, to hold what should be put into them.

This, then, wasn’t my main work, but rather an aid to it. I had a big task ahead of me, as I mentioned earlier. I had been trying for a while to make some clay pots because I really needed them, but I didn’t know where to get them. However, thinking about the heat in this place, I figured that if I could find some suitable clay, I could shape a pot that, once dried in the sun, would be hard and strong enough to handle and hold anything dry that needed preserving. Since this was essential for preparing corn, meal, and so on, which was my current focus, I decided to make the largest pots I could – just big enough to be jars for whatever I needed to put in them.

It would make the reader pity me, or rather laugh at me, to tell how many awkward ways I took to raise this paste; what odd, misshapen, ugly things I made; how many of them fell in, and how many fell out, the clay not being stiff enough to bear its own weight; how many cracked by the over-violent heat of the sun, being set out too hastily; and how many fell in pieces with only removing, as well before as after they were dried; and, in a word, how, after having labored hard to find the clay, to dig it, to temper it, to bring it home, and work it, I could not make above two large earthen ugly things (I cannot call them jars) in about two months’ labor.

It would make the reader feel sorry for me, or rather laugh at me, to share the many awkward ways I tried to create this paste; the strange, misshapen, ugly things I produced; how many of them collapsed, and how many fell apart because the clay wasn't firm enough to support its own weight; how many cracked from the excessive heat of the sun when I put them out too quickly; and how many broke apart just from being moved, both before and after drying; and, in short, after putting in a lot of effort to find the clay, dig it up, prepare it, bring it home, and work with it, I could only make two large, ugly clay pieces (I can't even call them jars) in about two months of hard work.

However, as the sun baked these two very dry and hard, I lifted them very gently up, and set them down again in two great wicker baskets, which I had made on purpose for them, that they might not break; and as between the pot and the basket there was a little room to spare, I stuffed it full of the159 rice and barley straw, and these two pots being to stand always dry, I thought would hold my dry corn, and perhaps the meal, when the corn was bruised.

However, as the sun baked these two very dry and hard, I gently lifted them up and set them down again in two large wicker baskets that I had made specifically for them, so they wouldn't break. Since there was a little space between the pot and the basket, I filled it up with the159 rice and barley straw. I thought these two pots, meant to stay dry, would hold my dry corn and maybe the meal when the corn was ground.

Though I miscarried so much in my design for large pots, yet I made several smaller things with better success; such as little round pots, flat dishes, pitchers, and pipkins, and any things my hand turned to; and the heat of the sun baked them strangely hard. But all this would not answer my end, which was to get an earthen pot to hold what was liquid, and bear the fire, which none of these could do. It happened after some time, making a pretty large fire for cooking my meat, when I went to put it out after I had done with it, I found a broken piece of one of my earthenware vessels in the fire, burnt as hard as a stone, and red as a tile. I was agreeably surprised to see it, and said to myself, that certainly they might be made to burn whole, if they would burn broken.

Even though I struggled a lot with making large pots, I was more successful with smaller items like little round pots, flat dishes, pitchers, and pipkins, and anything else my hands could create. The heat from the sun baked them surprisingly hard. However, none of this served my purpose, which was to create an earthen pot that could hold liquids and withstand fire—something none of these could do. After a while, while I was tending a pretty large fire to cook my meat, I went to put it out when I discovered a broken piece of one of my earthenware vessels in the fire, and it was burnt as hard as stone and red like a tile. I was pleasantly surprised to see it, and I thought to myself that they could definitely be made to burn whole if they could burn broken.

This set me to studying how to order my fire, so as to make it burn me some pots. I had no notion of a kiln, such as the potters burn in, or of glazing them with lead, though I had some lead to do it with; but I placed three large pipkins, and two or three pots in a pile, one upon another, and placed my firewood all around it, with a great heap of embers under them. I plied the fire with fresh fuel round the outside, and upon the top, till I saw the pots in the inside red-hot quite through, and observed that they did not crack at all. When I saw them clear red, I let them stand in that heart about five or six hours, till I found one of them, though it did not crack, did melt or run, for the sand which was mixed with the clay melted by the160 violence of the heat, and would have run into glass, if I had gone on; so I slacked my fire gradually till the pots began to abate of the red color; and watching them all night, that I might not let the fire abate too fast, in the morning I had three very good, I will not say handsome, pipkins, and two other earthen pots, as hard burnt as could be desired, and one of them perfectly glazed with the running of the sand.

This got me thinking about how to control my fire to make it hot enough to burn some pots. I had no idea about a kiln like the potters use or how to glaze them with lead, even though I had some lead to work with. Instead, I stacked three large pipkins and a couple of pots on top of each other, surrounding them with firewood and piling a large heap of embers underneath. I kept adding fresh fuel around the outside and on top until I saw the pots inside glowing red-hot all the way through, and I noticed that they didn’t crack at all. Once they were a deep red, I let them sit in that heat for about five or six hours. I noticed that while one of them didn't crack, it did start to melt because the sand mixed with the clay was melting from the intense heat and would have turned into glass if I kept going. So, I gradually reduced the fire until the pots started to lose their red color. I watched them all night to make sure the fire didn’t cool down too quickly, and by morning, I had three really good, though not particularly pretty, pipkins and two other earthen pots that were as hard as could be, with one of them perfectly glazed from the melted sand.

After this experiment, I need not say that I wanted no sort of earthenware for my use; but I must needs say, as to the shapes of them, they were very indifferent, as any one may suppose, when I had no way of making them but as the children make dirt pies, or as a woman would make pies that never learned to raise paste.

After this experiment, I don’t need to mention that I didn’t want any kind of pottery for my use; however, I must say that the shapes of them were quite poor, as anyone can guess, since I had no way to make them except like kids making mud pies, or like a woman who had never learned to make proper pastry.

No joy at a thing of so mean a nature was ever equal to mine, when I found I had made an earthen pot that would bear fire; and I had hardly patience to stay till they were cold, before I set one on the fire again, with some water in it, to boil me some meat, which it did admirably well; and with a piece of a kid I made some very good broth, though I wanted oatmeal and several other ingredients requisite to make it so good as I would have had it been.

No joy from something so humble ever matched mine when I discovered I had made a clay pot that could withstand fire. I could hardly wait for them to cool down before I placed one on the fire again, filled with water, to boil some meat. It worked perfectly, and with a portion of goat, I made some really good broth, even though I was missing oatmeal and several other ingredients that would have made it even better.

My next concern was to get me a stone mortar to stamp or beat some corn in; for as to the mill, there was no thought of arriving to that perfection of art with one pair of hands. To supply this want I was at a great loss; for, of all trades in the world, I was as perfectly unqualified for a stone-cutter as for any whatever; neither had I any tools to go about it with. I spent many a day to find out a great stone big161 enough to cut hollow, and make it fit for a mortar, and could find none at all, except what was in the solid rock, and which I had no way to dig or cut out; nor indeed were the rocks in the island of hardness sufficient, but were all of a sandy crumbling stone, which neither would bear the weight of a heavy pestle or would break the corn without filling it with sand. So, after a great deal of time lost in searching for a stone, I gave it over, and resolved to look about for a great block of hard wood, which I found indeed much easier; and getting one as big as I had strength to stir, I rounded it, and formed it in the outside with my axe and hatchet, and then, with the help of fire, and infinite labor, made a hollow place in it, as the Indians in Brazil make their canoes. After this, I made a great heavy pestle or beater, of the wood called the iron-wood; and this I prepared and laid by against I had my next crop of corn, when I proposed to myself to grind, or rather pound, my corn into meal, to make my bread.

My next worry was to find a stone mortar to crush some corn because there was no way I could achieve that level of craftsmanship with just one pair of hands. I struggled to meet this need since I was completely unfit to be a stone cutter, and I didn’t have any tools for the job. I spent many days looking for a large stone that I could hollow out to make a mortar, but I couldn't find any except what was stuck in the solid rock, which I had no way to dig out. The rocks on the island weren't hard enough; they were all sandy and crumbling, which wouldn't hold up under a heavy pestle or grind the corn without mixing in sand. After wasting a lot of time searching for a stone, I gave up and decided to look for a big block of hard wood, which was much easier to find. I got one as big as I could handle, rounded it off, and shaped the outside with my axe and hatchet. Then, with the help of fire and a lot of work, I carved out a hollow space in it, similar to how the Indians in Brazil make their canoes. After that, I made a heavy pestle out of ironwood, which I set aside for when I harvested my next crop of corn, intending to grind or rather pound the corn into meal to make my bread.

My next difficulty was to make a sieve, or search, to dress my meal, and to part it from the bran and the husk, without which I did not see it possible I could have any bread. This was a most difficult thing, so much as but to think on, for to be sure I had nothing like the necessary thing to make it; I mean fine thin canvas or stuff, to search the meal through.

My next challenge was to make a sieve or a way to sift my flour and separate it from the bran and husk. Without that, I couldn’t see how I could make any bread. This was really tough to even think about because I definitely didn’t have anything close to what I needed to make one; I was talking about fine, thin fabric to sift the flour through.

And here I was at a full stop for many months, nor did I really know what to do; linen I had none left, but what was mere rags; I had goat’s hair, but neither knew I how to weave it nor spin it; and had I known how, there were no tools to work it with. All the remedy I found for this was, that at last I did162 remember I had, among the seamen’s clothes which were saved out of the ship, some neckcloths of calico or muslin; and with some pieces of these I made three small sieves, but proper enough for the work; and thus I made shift for some years. How I did afterwards, I shall show in its place.

And here I was stuck for many months, not really knowing what to do; I had no linen left, just some rags; I had goat’s hair, but I didn’t know how to weave or spin it; and even if I had known how, I didn’t have the tools to work with it. The only solution I found was that eventually I remembered I had some neckcloths made of calico or muslin among the seamen’s clothes that were saved from the ship. With some pieces of these, I made three small sieves that were good enough for the task; and so I managed for a few years. How I did later on, I’ll explain in due time.

The baking part was the next thing to be considered, and how I should make bread when I came to have corn; for, first, I had no yeast. As to that part, as there was no supplying the want, so I did not concern myself much about it; but for an oven I was indeed in great pain. At length I found out an experiment for that also, which was this: I made some earthen vessels very broad, but not deep, that is to say, about two feet diameter, and not above nine inches deep; these I burned in the fire, as I had done the other, and laid them by; and when I wanted to bake, I made a great fire upon my hearth, which I had paved with some square tiles, of my own making and burning also; but I should not call them square.

The next thing I needed to think about was baking and how to make bread when I had corn, since I didn't have any yeast. I didn’t worry much about that since there was no way to get it, but I was really anxious about having an oven. Eventually, I figured out a solution for that, too: I made some wide, shallow earthen vessels—about two feet in diameter and no more than nine inches deep. I fired them up just like the others and set them aside. When I wanted to bake, I would make a large fire on my hearth, which I had paved with square tiles that I made and fired myself, though I wouldn’t really call them square.

When the firewood was burned pretty much into embers, or live coals, I drew them forward upon this hearth, so as to cover it all over, and there I let them lie till the hearth was very hot; then sweeping away all the embers, I set down my loaf, or loaves, and whelming down the earthen pot upon them, drew the embers all round the outside of the pot, to keep in and add to the heat. And thus, as well as in the best oven in the world, I baked my barley-loaves, and became, in little time, a mere pastry-cook into the bargain; for I made myself several cakes of the rice, and puddings; indeed I made163 no pies, neither had I anything to put into them, supposing I had, except flesh either of fowls or goats.

When the firewood was burned down to embers or coals, I pushed them forward on the hearth to cover it completely, and I let them sit there until the hearth got really hot. Then, after sweeping away all the embers, I placed my loaf or loaves down, covering them with the earthen pot, and surrounded the pot with the embers to keep in and increase the heat. So, just like in the best oven in the world, I baked my barley loaves, and soon became quite a pastry chef too; I made several rice cakes and puddings. However, I didn’t make any pies because I didn’t have anything to put in them, assuming I had anything except for meat from chickens or goats.

It need not be wondered at, if all these things took me up most part of the third year of my abode here; for it is to be observed, that in the intervals of these things I had my new harvest and husbandry to manage; for I reaped my corn in its season, and carried it home as well as I could, and laid it up in the ear, in my large baskets, till I had time to rub it out, for I had no floor to thrash it on, or instrument to thrash it with.

It’s not surprising that all of this took up most of the third year of my time here; it’s important to note that during breaks from these tasks, I also had my new crops and farming to handle. I harvested my grain when it was ripe, brought it home as best as I could, and stored it in the ear in my big baskets until I had time to thresh it, since I didn’t have a floor to do it on or tools to use.

And now, indeed, my stock of corn increasing, I really wanted to build my barns bigger. I wanted a place to lay it up in, for the increase of the corn now yielded me so much, that I had of the barley about twenty bushels, and of the rice as much, or more, insomuch that now I resolved to begin to use it freely; for my bread had been quite gone a great while; also, I resolved to see what quantity would be sufficient for me a whole year, and to sow but once a year.

And now that my supply of corn was growing, I really wanted to build bigger barns. I needed a place to store it, as the amount of corn I was getting was so much that I had around twenty bushels of barley and about the same or even more of rice. So, I decided it was time to start using it freely since I had run out of bread for quite a while. I also planned to figure out how much I would need for the whole year and to only plant once a year.

Upon the whole, I found that the forty bushels of barley and rice was much more than I could consume in a year; so I resolved to sow just the same quantity every year that I sowed the last, in hopes that such a quantity would fully provide me with bread, etc.

Overall, I realized that the forty bushels of barley and rice was way more than I could eat in a year, so I decided to plant the same amount every year that I did the last, hoping that would give me enough to make bread and other things.


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All the while these things were doing, you may be sure my thoughts ran many times upon the prospect of land which I had seen from the other side of the island, and I was not without secret wishes that I were on shore there, fancying the seeing the mainland, and in an inhabited country, I might find some way or other to convey myself farther, and perhaps at last find some means of escape.

All this time, you can be sure my mind kept drifting to the sight of land I had seen from the other side of the island. I secretly wished I could be on shore there, imagining that once I reached the mainland and an inhabited country, I would find a way to move on and maybe, in the end, discover a means to escape.

But all this while I made no allowance for the dangers of such a condition, and how I might fall into the hands of savages, and perhaps such as I might have reason to think far worse than the lions and tigers of Africa; that if I once came into their power, I should run a hazard more than a thousand to one of being killed, and perhaps of being eaten; for I had heard that the people of the Caribbean coasts were cannibals, or man-eaters, and I knew by the latitude that I could not be far off from that shore. Suppose they were not cannibals, yet that they might kill me, as many Europeans who had fallen into their hands had been served, even when they had been ten or twenty together, much more I, that was but one, and could make little or no defence; all these things, I say, which165 I ought to have considered well of, and did cast up in my thoughts afterwards, yet took up none of my apprehensions at first, but my head ran mightily upon the thought of getting over to the shore.

But all this time, I didn’t consider the risks of such a situation and how I could end up in the hands of savages, who might be even worse than the lions and tigers of Africa. I realized that if I fell into their hands, the odds were more than a thousand to one that I would be killed and possibly eaten. I had heard that the people on the Caribbean coasts were cannibals, or man-eaters, and I knew by my latitude that I couldn’t be far from that shore. Even if they weren’t cannibals, they could still kill me, just like many Europeans had been treated when they found themselves in their power, even when they were in groups of ten or twenty. I was just one person and could hardly defend myself. All these things, I say, which I should have thought through and did consider later, didn’t cross my mind at first; I was just focused on getting to the shore.

Now I wished for my boy Xury, and the long-boat with the shoulder-of-mutton sail, with which I sailed above a thousand miles on the coast of Africa; but this was in vain. Then I thought I would go and look at our ship’s boat, which, as I have said, was blown up upon the shore a great way, in the storm, when we were first cast away. She lay almost where she did at first, but not quite; and was turned, by the force of the waves and the winds, almost bottom upward, against a high ridge of beachy rough sand, but no water about her, as before.

Now I longed for my boy Xury and the lifeboat with the shoulder-of-mutton sail, with which I had sailed over a thousand miles along the coast of Africa; but that was in vain. Then I decided to go check on our ship's boat, which, as I mentioned, had been blown ashore far away during the storm when we first got stranded. It was almost in the same spot as before, but not exactly; it had been turned, by the force of the waves and the wind, almost upside down, resting against a high ridge of coarse sand, with no water around it like before.

If I had had hands to have refitted her, and to have launched her into the water, the boat would have done well enough, and I might have gone back into the Brazils with her easily enough; but I might have foreseen that I could no more turn her and set her upright upon her bottom, than I could remove the island. However, I went to the woods, and cut levers and rollers, and brought them to the boat, resolved to try what I could do; suggesting to myself that if I could but turn her down, I might easily repair the damage she had received, and she would be a very good boat, and I might go to sea in her very easily.

If I had hands to fix her up and launch her into the water, the boat would have been just fine, and I could have easily gone back to Brazil with her. But I should have realized that I couldn’t just turn her right side up any more than I could remove the island. Still, I went into the woods, cut levers and rollers, and brought them back to the boat, determined to see what I could do. I thought that if I could just get her turned over, I could easily fix the damage, and she would be a solid boat that I could take to sea without much trouble.

I spared no pains, indeed, in this piece of fruitless toil, and spent, I think, three or four weeks about it. At last finding it impossible to heave it up with my little strength, I fell to digging away the sand, to undermine it, and so to make it fall166 down, setting pieces of wood to thrust and guide it right in the fall. But when I had done this, I was unable to stir it up again, or to get under it, much less to move it forward towards the water; so I was forced to give it over. And yet, though I gave over the hopes of the boat, my desire to venture over for the main increased, rather than decreased, as the means for it seemed impossible.

I really put in a lot of effort into this unproductive work and spent, I think, three or four weeks on it. Finally realizing it was impossible to lift it with my limited strength, I started digging away the sand to undermine it and make it fall down, using pieces of wood to push and guide it as it fell. But after I did that, I couldn’t get it to budge again or get underneath it, let alone move it toward the water, so I had to give up. Yet, even though I abandoned the hope of the boat, my desire to venture across to the mainland only grew stronger, especially since the way to do it seemed impossible.

This at length put me upon thinking whether it was not possible to make myself a canoe, or periagua, such as the natives of those climates make, even without tools, or, as I might say, without hands, viz., of the trunk of a great tree. This I not only thought possible, but easy, and pleased myself extremely with the thoughts of making it, and with my having much more convenience for it than any of the negroes or Indians; but not at all considering the particular inconveniences which I lay under more than the Indians did, viz., want of hands to move it, when it was made, into the water, a difficulty much harder for me to surmount than all the consequences of want of tools could be to them. For what was it to me, that when I had chosen a vast tree in the woods, I might with much trouble cut it down, if, after I might be able with my tools to hew and dub the outside into the proper shape of a boat, and burn or cut out the inside to make it hollow, so to make a boat of it; if, after all this, I must leave it just there where I found it, and was not able to launch it into the water?

This finally made me wonder whether it was possible to make a canoe, or periagua, like the natives in those climates do, even without tools, or as I might say, without hands, using the trunk of a large tree. I not only thought it was possible, but easy, and I felt really excited about making it, believing I had much more ability to do so than any of the Black people or Indians. However, I didn’t consider the specific challenges I faced more than the Indians did, namely, my lack of hands to move it into the water once it was made—a difficulty that was much harder for me to overcome than all the issues of not having tools would be for them. Because what did it matter to me if I could choose a huge tree in the woods and, with a lot of effort, cut it down, if, after managing to shape it into a boat with my tools and hollow it out by burning or cutting? If after all of that, I had to leave it exactly where I found it and couldn’t launch it into the water?

One would have thought I could not have had the least reflection upon my mind of my circumstance while I was making this boat, but I should have immediately thought how I167 should get it into the sea; but my thoughts were so intent upon my voyage over the sea in it, that I never once considered how I should get it off of the land; and it was really, in its own nature, more easy for me to guide it over forty-five miles of sea, than about forty-five fathoms of land, where it lay, to set it afloat in the water.

You would think I wouldn’t have given a second thought to my situation while I was building this boat, but I should have immediately considered how I would get it into the sea. Instead, I was so focused on my journey across the water that I never thought about how to move it from the land. In reality, it was much easier for me to navigate it over forty-five miles of sea than it was to move it just forty-five fathoms on land to launch it into the water.

I went to work upon this boat the most like a fool that ever man did who had any of his senses awake. I pleased myself with the design, without determining whether I was ever able to undertake it. Not but that the difficulty of launching my boat came often into my head; but I put a stop to my own inquiries into it, by this foolish answer which I gave myself, “Let’s first make it! I’ll warrant I’ll find some way or other to get it along when ’tis done.”

I approached this boat project like a total fool, more than anyone else who was actually using their senses. I was excited about the idea without really considering if I could pull it off. Sure, the challenge of launching my boat crossed my mind plenty of times, but I brushed those thoughts aside with this silly response I gave myself: “Let’s just build it first! I’m sure I’ll figure out a way to get it going when it’s finished.”

This was a most preposterous method; but the eagerness of my fancy prevailed, and to work I went. I felled a cedar tree: I question much whether Solomon ever had such a one for the building of the Temple of Jerusalem. It was five feet ten inches diameter at the lower part next the stump, and four feet eleven inches diameter at the end of twenty-two feet, after which it lessened for awhile, and then parted into branches. It was not without infinite labor that I felled this tree. I was twenty days hacking and hewing at it at the bottom; I was fourteen more getting the branches and limbs, and the vast spreading head of it cut off, which I hacked and hewed through with axe and hatchet, and inexpressible labor. After this, it cost me a month to shape it and dub it to a proportion, and to something like the bottom of a boat, that it might swim upright168 as it ought to do. It cost me near three months more to clear the inside, and work it so as to make an exact boat of it. This I did, indeed, without fire, by mere mallet and chisel, and by the dint of hard labor, till I had brought it to be a very handsome periagua and big enough to have carried six and twenty men, and consequently big enough to have carried me all my cargo.

This was a really ridiculous method; but my excitement took over, and I got to work. I cut down a cedar tree: I seriously doubt that Solomon ever had one like this for building the Temple of Jerusalem. It was five feet ten inches in diameter at the base near the stump, and four feet eleven inches in diameter after twenty-two feet, after which it tapered for a while, then branched out. It took an incredible amount of effort to fell this tree. I spent twenty days chopping at the bottom; then I spent another fourteen days getting the branches and massive top cut off, which I whacked and chopped through with an axe and hatchet, through unimaginable effort. After that, I spent a month shaping it and trimming it to a similar size to the bottom of a boat so it could float upright as it was supposed to. It took me nearly three more months to hollow out the inside and work on it until it became a proper boat. I did this entirely without fire, using only a mallet and chisel, and through relentless hard work, until I had crafted a very nice periagua large enough to carry twenty-six men, and therefore big enough to hold all my cargo.

When I had gone through this work, I was extremely delighted with it. The boat was really much bigger than I ever saw a canoe or periagua, that was made of one tree, in my life. Many a weary stroke it had cost, you may be sure; and there remained nothing but to get it into the water; and had I gotten it into the water, I made no question but I should have begun the maddest voyage, and the most unlikely to be performed, that ever was undertaken.

When I finished this work, I was really thrilled. The boat was way bigger than any canoe or periagua made from a single tree that I had ever seen in my life. It definitely took a lot of hard work, and all that was left to do was get it into the water. If I had managed to get it in, I have no doubt I would have started the craziest journey ever attempted.

But all my devices to get it into the water failed me, though they cost me infinite labor too. It lay about one hundred yards from the water, and not more; but the first inconvenience was, it was uphill towards the creek. Well, to take away this discouragement, I resolved to dig into the surface of the earth, and so make a declivity. This I began, and it cost me a prodigious deal of pains; but who grudges pains, that have their deliverance in view? But when this was worked through, and this difficulty managed, it was still much at one, for I could no more stir the canoe than I could the other boat.

But all my efforts to get it into the water failed, even though I put in a tremendous amount of work. It was about one hundred yards from the water, but the first problem was that it was uphill to the creek. To overcome this challenge, I decided to dig into the ground to create a slope. I started this project, and it took a tremendous amount of effort, but who minds the hard work when there's a goal in sight? Once I completed that task, the situation didn't improve much, as I still couldn't move the canoe any more than I could the other boat.

Then I measured the distance of ground, and resolved to cut a dock or canal, to bring the water up to the canoe, seeing I could not bring the canoe down to the water. Well, I began169 this work; and when I began to enter into it, and calculate how deep it was to be dug, how broad, how the stuff to be thrown out, I found that by the number of hands I had, being none but my own, it must have been ten or twelve years before I should have gone through with it; for the shore lay high, so that at the upper end it must have been at least twenty feet deep; so at length, though with great reluctancy, I gave this attempt over also.

Then I measured the distance to the ground and decided to dig a ditch or canal to bring the water to the canoe, since I couldn’t get the canoe down to the water. So, I started this project; and as I got into it and figured out how deep it needed to be, how wide, and how much dirt I’d need to remove, I realized that with just my own hands, it would take me ten to twelve years to finish. The shore was high, so at the upper end, it would have to be at least twenty feet deep; so eventually, although I didn’t want to, I gave up on this plan too.

This grieved me heartily; and now I saw, though too late, the folly of beginning a work before we count the cost, and before we judge rightly of our own strength to go through with it.

This deeply saddened me; and now I realized, though it was too late, the foolishness of starting a project before we assess the costs and before we accurately judge our own ability to complete it.

In the middle of this work I finished my fourth year in this place, and kept my anniversary with the same devotion, and with as much comfort as ever before; for, by a constant study and serious application of the Word of God, and by the assistance of His grace, I gained a different knowledge from what I had before. I entertained different notions of things. I looked now upon the world as a thing remote, which I had nothing to do with, no expectation from, and, indeed, no desires about. In a word, I had nothing indeed to do with it, nor was ever like to have; so I thought it looked, as we may perhaps look upon it hereafter, viz., as a place I had lived in, but was come out of it; and well might I say, as father Abraham to Dives, “Between me and thee is a great gulf fixed.”

In the middle of this work, I completed my fourth year in this place and celebrated my anniversary with the same dedication and as much comfort as ever before. Through constant study and serious engagement with the Word of God, along with the help of His grace, I gained different insights than I had before. My views on things changed. I started seeing the world as something distant, that I had nothing to do with, no expectations from, and honestly, no desires for. In short, I had nothing to do with it and probably never would; that’s how I felt it seemed, much like how we might view it in the future—as a place I had lived but had moved on from. And I could genuinely say, as Father Abraham said to Dives, “Between me and you is a great gulf fixed.”

In the first place, I was removed from all the wickedness of the world here. I had neither the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eye, or the pride of life. I had nothing to covet, for I170 had all that I was now capable of enjoying. I was lord of the whole manor; or, if I pleased, I might call myself king or emperor over the whole country which I had possession of. There were no rivals: I had no competitor, none to dispute sovereignty or command with me. I might have raised ship-loadings of corn, but I had no use for it; so I let as little grow as I thought enough for my occasion. I had tortoise or turtles enough, but now and then one was as much as I could put to any use. I had timber enough to have built a fleet of ships. I had grapes enough to have made wine, or to have cured into raisins, to have loaded that fleet when they had been built.

Initially, I was free from all the evils of the world around me. I felt no desire of the flesh, the desire of the eye, or the pride of life. There was nothing for me to envy since I had everything I could enjoy at that moment. I was the master of the entire estate; or, if I wanted, I could call myself king or emperor over the whole land I owned. There were no rivals: I had no competitors, no one to challenge my authority or command. I could have harvested loads of grain, but I had no need for it, so I let only as much grow as I thought would suffice. I had plenty of tortoises or turtles, but even then, one was often all I could use. I had enough timber to build a fleet of ships. I had enough grapes to make wine or turn into raisins to fill that fleet once they were built.

But all I could make use of was all that was valuable. I had enough to eat and to supply my wants, and what was all the rest to me? If I killed more flesh than I could eat, the dog must eat it, or the vermin. If I sowed more corn than I could eat, it must be spoiled. The trees that I cut down were lying to rot on the ground; I could make no more use of them than for fuel, and that I had no occasion for but to dress my food.

But all I could use was what was valuable. I had enough to eat and satisfy my needs, so what good was everything else to me? If I killed more meat than I could eat, the dog had to eat it, or it would go to waste. If I planted more corn than I could consume, it would just rot. The trees I chopped down were just lying there to decay; I could only use them for fuel, and I only needed that to cook my food.

In a word, the nature and experience of things dictated to me, upon just reflection, that all the good things of this world are no farther good to us than they are for our use; and that whatever we may heap up indeed to give others, we enjoy just as much as we can use, and no more. The most covetous, gripping miser in the world would have been cured of the vice of covetousness, if he had been in my case; for I possessed infinitely more than I knew what to do with. I had no room for desire, except it was of things which I had not, and they were171 but trifles, though indeed of great use to me. I had, as I hinted before, a parcel of money, as well gold as silver, about thirty-six pounds sterling. Alas! there the nasty, sorry, useless stuff lay; I had no manner of business for it; and I often thought with myself, that I would have given a handful of it for a gross of tobacco-pipes, or for a hand-mill to grind my corn; nay, I would have given it all for six-pennyworth of turnip and carrot seed out of England, or for a handful of peas and beans, and a bottle of ink. As it was, I had not the least advantage by it, or benefit from it; but there it lay in a drawer, and grew moldy with the damp of the cave in the wet season; and if I had had the drawer full of diamonds, it had been the same case, and they had been of no manner of value to me because of no use.

In short, the nature of things and my experiences made me realize that all the good things in this world are only good to us as long as they serve a purpose. No matter how much we accumulate to give to others, we only enjoy things as much as we can use them—nothing more. The greediest miser in the world would have overcome his greed in my situation because I had way more than I knew what to do with. I didn't have room for desire, except for things I didn't have, which were just small items but very useful to me. As I mentioned before, I had a stash of money, both gold and silver, around thirty-six pounds. Unfortunately, that miserable, worthless stuff just sat there; I had no need for it. I often thought I would have traded a handful for a dozen tobacco pipes or a hand mill to grind my grain; in fact, I would have given it all for sixpence worth of turnip and carrot seeds from England, or for a handful of peas and beans, and a bottle of ink. As it turned out, it brought me no advantage or benefit; it just sat in a drawer, growing moldy from the cave's damp during the rainy season. Even if I had a drawer full of diamonds, it would have made no difference because they would have been utterly useless to me.

I had now brought my state of life to be much easier in itself than it was at first, and much easier to my mind, as well as to my body. I frequently sat down to my meat with thankfulness, and admired the hand of God’s providence, which had thus spread my table in the wilderness. I learned to look more upon the bright side of my condition, and less upon the dark side, and to consider what I enjoyed, rather than what I wanted; and this gave me sometimes such secret comforts, that I cannot express them; and which I take notice of here, to put those discontented people in mind of it, who cannot enjoy comfortably what God has given them, because they see and covet something that He has not given them. All our discontents about what we want, appeared to me to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have.

I had made my life a lot easier than it used to be, both in terms of my mental state and my physical comfort. I often sat down to eat with gratitude and admired how God's providence had set my table in the middle of nowhere. I learned to focus more on the positive aspects of my situation and less on the negatives, appreciating what I had rather than what I lacked. This mindset sometimes brought me such deep comfort that I can't fully express it. I'm mentioning this here to remind those who are discontented that they can't truly enjoy what God has given them because they're too focused on what He hasn't. All our frustrations about what we desire, in my view, come from a lack of gratitude for what we already have.

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Another reflection was of great use to me, and doubtless would be so to any one that should fall into such distress as mine was; and this was, to compare my present condition with what I at first expected it should be; nay, with what it would certainly have been, if the good providence of God had not wonderfully ordered the ship to be cast up nearer to the shore, where I not only could come at her, but could bring what I got out of her to the shore, for my relief and comfort; without which I had wanted for tools to work, weapons for defence, or gunpowder and shot for getting my food.

Another reflection was really helpful to me, and it would definitely be for anyone who finds themselves in a situation like mine; that was to compare my current situation with what I initially expected it to be; in fact, with what it would have definitely been, if it weren’t for the amazing way that God’s providence had brought the ship closer to the shore. Because of that, I was not only able to reach it, but I could also take what I retrieved from it to the shore for my relief and comfort. Without that, I would have been without tools to work with, weapons for defense, or gunpowder and shot to procure my food.

I spent whole hours, I may say whole days, in representing to myself, in the most lively colors, how I must have acted if I had got nothing out of the ship. How I could not have so much as got any food, except fish and turtles; and that as it was long before I found any of them, I must have perished first; that I should have lived, if I had not perished, like a mere savage; that if I had killed a goat or a fowl, by any contrivance, I had no way to flay or open them, or part the flesh from the skin and the bowels, or to cut it up; but must gnaw it with my teeth, and pull it with my claws, like a beast.

I spent hours, even days, imagining in vivid detail how I would have acted if I hadn’t gotten anything from the ship. I realized I wouldn’t have been able to find food other than fish and turtles; and since I took a long time to find either, I would have starved first. I realized that if I had somehow survived without starving, I would have lived like a savage. If I had managed to kill a goat or a bird using any trick, I wouldn’t have had a way to skin or open them, or to separate the meat from the skin and guts. I would have had to gnaw on it with my teeth and rip it apart with my hands, like an animal.

These reflections made me very sensible of the goodness of Providence to me, and very thankful for my present condition, with all its hardships and misfortunes; and this part also I cannot but recommend to the reflection of those who are apt, in their misery, to say, Is any affliction like mine? Let them consider how much worse the cases of some people are, and their case might have been, if Providence had thought fit.

These thoughts made me really aware of how generous Providence has been to me, and I feel grateful for my current situation, despite all its challenges and difficulties. I also want to suggest to those who often think, in their suffering, "Is any hardship like mine?" that they should reflect on how much worse the situations of some people are, and how their own circumstances could have been different if Providence had chosen to do so.

I had another reflection, which assisted me also to comfort173 my mind with hopes; and this was, comparing my present condition with what I had deserved, and had therefore reason to expect from the hand of Providence. I had lived a dreadful life, perfectly destitute of the knowledge and fear of God. I had been well instructed by father and mother; neither had they been wanting to me in their early endeavors to infuse a religious awe of God into my mind, a sense of my duty, and of what the nature and end of my being required of me. But alas! falling early into the seafaring life, which, of all the lives, is the most destitute of the fear of God, though His terrors are always before them; I say, falling early into the seafaring life, and into seafaring company, all that little sense of religion which I had entertained was laughed out of me by my messmates; by a hardened despising of dangers, and the views of death, which grew habitual to me; by my long absence from all manner of opportunities to converse with anything but what was like myself, or to hear anything that was good, or tended towards it.

I had another thought that helped me comfort my mind with hope. I compared my current situation to what I truly deserved and what I should expect from Providence. I had lived a terrible life, completely lacking the knowledge and fear of God. My parents had taught me well, and they did their best to instill a sense of religious awe in me, a sense of duty, and an understanding of what my existence required. But unfortunately, I entered the seafaring life early on, which is one of the most godless lifestyles, even though God’s terrors are always present. I fell into that life and into seafaring company, and all the little sense of religion I had was laughed away by my shipmates. Their hardened disregard for danger and the constant presence of death became normal to me, along with my long absence from any chance to associate with anything other than people like myself or to hear anything good or encouraging.

So void was I of everything that was good, or of the least sense of what I was, or was to be, that in the greatest deliverances I enjoyed, such as my escape from Sallee; my being taken up by the Portuguese master of the ship; my being planted so well in the Brazils; my receiving the cargo from England, and the like; I never had once the words, “Thank God,” as much as on my mind, or in my mouth; nor in the greatest distress had I so much as a thought to pray to Him, or so much as to say, “Lord, have mercy upon me!” no, nor to mention the name of God, unless it was to swear by and blaspheme it.

I was so empty of everything good, or even the slightest understanding of who I was or what I was meant to become, that during the biggest moments of relief in my life, like escaping from Sallee, being rescued by the Portuguese captain of the ship, settling well in Brazil, receiving shipments from England, and similar events, the thought of saying “Thank God” never crossed my mind or left my lips. Even in my darkest times, I never thought to pray to Him or say, “Lord, have mercy on me!” In fact, I only mentioned God's name to swear or curse it.

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I had terrible reflections upon my mind for many months, as I have already observed, on the account of my wicked and hardened life past; and when I looked about me, and considered what particular providences had attended me since my coming into this place, and how God had dealt bountifully with me, had not only punished me less than my iniquity had deserved, but had so plentifully provided for me; this gave me great hopes that my repentance was accepted, and that God had yet mercy in store for me.

I had really awful thoughts running through my mind for many months, as I've mentioned before, because of my sinful and hardened past. When I looked around and thought about the specific ways I had been taken care of since I arrived here, and how generously God had treated me—punishing me less than I deserved and providing so abundantly for me—it filled me with hope that my repentance was accepted and that God still had mercy for me.

With these reflections, I worked my mind up, not only to resignation to the will of God in the present disposition of my circumstances, but even to a sincere thankfulness for my condition; and that I, who was yet a living man, ought not to complain, seeing I had not the due punishment of my sins; that I enjoyed so many mercies, which I had no reason to have expected in that place; that I ought never more to repine at my condition, but to rejoice, and to give daily thanks for that daily bread, which nothing but a crowd of wonders could have brought; that I ought to consider I had been fed even by miracle, even as great as that of feeding Elijah by ravens; nay, by a long series of miracles; and that I could hardly have named a place in the unhabitable part of the world where I could have been cast more to my advantage; a place where, as I had no society, which was my affliction on one hand, so I found no ravenous beasts, no furious wolves or tigers, to threaten my life; no venomous creatures or poisonous, which I might feed on to my hurt; no savages to murder and devour me.

With these thoughts, I trained my mind not just to accept God's will in my current situation, but even to feel genuinely thankful for my circumstances. I realized that, as a living person, I had no reason to complain, since I hadn’t faced the true consequences of my sins. I was enjoying so many blessings that I never expected to have in that place. I understood that I should no longer resent my situation, but instead rejoice and give daily thanks for the daily bread I received, which was brought about by a series of wonders. I had been nourished by miracles, as remarkable as the one where ravens fed Elijah; in fact, I had experienced a long chain of miracles. I could hardly think of any place in the uninhabitable parts of the world that would have been more advantageous for me. In that place, while the lack of companionship was a hardship, I didn’t face any ravenous beasts, fierce wolves, or tigers that threatened my life; there were no venomous creatures or poisons that could harm me; and no savages looking to murder and eat me.

In a word, as my life was a life of sorrow one way, so it175 was a life of mercy another; and I wanted nothing to make it a life of comfort, but to be able to make my sense of God’s goodness to me, and care over me in this condition, be my daily consolation; and after I did make a just improvement of these things, I went away, and was no more sad.

In short, my life was filled with sorrow in one way, but it was also a life of mercy in another; and all I needed to turn it into a life of comfort was to recognize God's goodness and care for me in this situation as my daily source of comfort. Once I truly embraced this perspective, I moved on and was no longer sad.

I had now been here so long, that many things which I brought on shore for my help were either quite gone, or very much wasted, and near spent. My ink, as I observed, had been gone for some time, all but a very little, which I eked out with water, a little and a little, till it was so pale it scarce left any appearance of black upon the paper. As long as it lasted, I made use of it to minute down the days of the month on which any remarkable thing happened to me. And, first, by casting up times past, I remember that there was a strange concurrence of days in the various providences which befell me, and which, if I had been superstitiously inclined to observe days as fatal or fortunate, I might have had reason to have looked upon with a great deal of curiosity.

I had been here for so long that many of the things I brought ashore for my survival were either completely gone or very much depleted. My ink, as I noticed, had run out some time ago, except for a little bit that I diluted with water, making it so pale that it hardly left any trace of black on the paper. While it lasted, I used it to note down the days of the month when anything significant happened to me. Reflecting on the past, I remember there was a strange pattern of days with different events that happened to me, and if I had been superstitious about viewing certain days as unlucky or lucky, I might have felt very curious about them.

First, I had observed that the same day that I broke away from my father and my friends, and run away to Hull, in order to go to sea, the same day afterwards I was taken by the Sallee man-of-war, and made a slave.

First, I noticed that the day I left my father and my friends and ran away to Hull to go to sea, it was the same day I got captured by the Sallee man-of-war and became a slave.

The same day of the year that I escaped out of the wreck of that ship in Yarmouth Roads, that same day-year afterwards I made my escape from Sallee in the boat.

The same day of the year that I got away from the wreck of that ship in Yarmouth Roads, exactly one year later, I escaped from Sallee in the boat.

The same day of the year I was born on, viz., the 30th of September, that same day I had my life so miraculously saved twenty-six years after, when I was cast on shore in this island;176 so that my wicked life and my solitary life began both on a day.

The same day I was born, September 30th, was the same day, twenty-six years later, that my life was miraculously saved when I was washed ashore on this island;176 so both my wicked life and my lonely life started on that day.

The next thing to my ink’s 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.

The next thing to my ink being wasted was my food; I mean the biscuit I brought out of the ship. I had saved it as much as possible, allowing myself only one piece of bread a day for over a year. Still, I went nearly a year without bread before I got any grain of my own. I had every reason to be grateful that I even had any, as getting it was, as already mentioned, almost a miracle.

My clothes began to decay, too, mightily. As to linen, I had none a good while, except some checkered shirts which I found in the chests of the other seamen, and which I carefully preserved, because many times I could bear no other clothes on but a shirt; and it was a very great help to me that I had, among all the men’s clothes of the ship, almost three dozen of shirts. There were also several thick watch-coats of the seamen’s which were left indeed, but they were too hot to wear; and though it is true that the weather was so violent hot that there was no need of clothes, yet I could not go quite naked, no, though I had been inclined to it, which I was not, nor could abide the thoughts of it, though I was all alone.

My clothes started to fall apart too. For a long time, I had no linen except for a few checkered shirts I found in the chests of the other sailors, which I made sure to keep safe since many times I could only wear a shirt. It was a huge advantage that I had almost three dozen shirts from the crew’s clothes. There were also several thick coats from the sailors that were left behind, but they were too hot to wear. Even though it was so incredibly hot that I didn’t really need clothes, I still couldn't go completely naked, even if I had wanted to, which I didn’t, and I couldn’t stand the idea of it, even when I was all alone.

The reason why I could not go quite naked was, I could not bear the heat of the sun so well when quite naked as with some clothes on; nay, the very heat frequently blistered my skin; whereas, with a shirt on, the air itself made some motion, and whistling under that shirt, was twofold cooler than without it. No more could I ever bring myself to go out in the heat of177 the sun without a cap or hat. The heat of the sun beating with such violence, as it does in that place, would give me the headache presently, by darting so directly on my head, without a cap or hat on, so that I could not bear it; whereas, if I put on my hat, it would presently go away.

The reason I couldn't go completely naked was that I couldn't handle the heat of the sun as well without some clothes on; in fact, the heat often caused my skin to blister. When I wore a shirt, the air would move around and under it, making me feel much cooler than I would without it. I also could never bring myself to go out in the intense sun without a cap or hat. The sun beating down so fiercely in that place would quickly give me a headache if it hit my head directly, so I just couldn’t stand it. But if I wore my hat, the headache would go away immediately.

Upon those views, I began to consider about putting the few rags I had, which I called clothes, into some order. I had worn out all the waistcoats I had, and my business was now to try if I could not make jackets out of the great watch-coats which I had by me, and with such other materials as I had; so I set to work a-tailoring, or rather, indeed, a-botching, for I made most piteous work of it. However, I made shift to make me two or three new waistcoats, which I hoped would serve me a great while. As for breeches or drawers, I made but a very sorry shift indeed till afterward.

Looking at those views, I started to think about sorting out the few rags I had, which I called clothes. I had worn out all my waistcoats, so my task was to see if I could make jackets from the large overcoats I had on hand, along with some other materials I found. So I got to work sewing, or rather, I was more like patching it together because I did a pretty terrible job. Nevertheless, I managed to make two or three new waistcoats, which I hoped would last me a long time. As for pants or undergarments, I really struggled until later on.

I have mentioned that I saved the skins of all the creatures that I killed, I mean four-footed ones, and I had hung them up stretched out with sticks in the sun, by which means some of them were so dry and hard that they were fit for little, but others it seems were very useful. The first thing I made of these was a great cap for my head, with the hair on the outside, to shoot off the rain; and this I performed so well, that after this I made me a suit of clothes wholly of these skins, that is to say, a waistcoat, and breeches open at knees, and both loose, for they were rather wanting to keep me cool than to keep me warm. I must not omit to acknowledge that they were wretchedly made; for if I was a bad carpenter, I was a worse tailor. However, they were such as I made very good shift with; and178 when I was abroad, if it happened to rain, the hair of my waistcoat and cap being outermost, I was kept very dry.

I mentioned that I saved the skins of all the animals I killed, specifically the four-legged ones, and I hung them up stretched out with sticks in the sun. Some of them dried and became so hard that they were pretty much useless, but others turned out to be quite helpful. The first thing I made was a large cap for my head, with the fur on the outside, to keep off the rain. I did this so well that I went on to make a full outfit entirely out of these skins, including a vest and loose-fitting pants that were open at the knees. They were meant more for keeping me cool than warm. I have to admit, they were poorly made; if I was a bad carpenter, I was an even worse tailor. Still, they worked well enough for me, and when I was outside, if it rained, the fur on my vest and cap kept me pretty dry.

After this I spent a great deal of time and pains to make me an umbrella. I was indeed in great want of one, and had a great mind to make one. I had seen them made in the Brazils, where they are very useful in the great heats which are there; and I felt the heats every jot as great here, and greater too, being nearer the equinox. Besides, as I was obliged to be much abroad, it was a most useful thing to me, as well for the rains as the heats. I took a world of pains at it, and was a great while before I could make anything likely to hold; nay, after I thought I had hit the way, I spoiled two or three before I made one to my mind; but at last I made one that answered indifferently well. The main difficulty I found was to make it to let down. I could make it to spread; but if it did not let down too, and draw in, it was not portable for me any way but just over my head, which would not do. However, at last, as I said, I made one to answer, and covered it with skins, the hair upwards, so that it cast off the rains like a pent-house, and kept off the sun so effectually, that I would walk out in the hottest of the weather with greater advantage than I could before in the coolest; and when I had no need of it, could close it, and carry it under my arm.

After this, I spent a lot of time and effort making myself an umbrella. I really needed one and was eager to create it. I had seen them made in Brazil, where they are very useful in the intense heat, and I felt that the heat here was just as strong, if not stronger, since I was closer to the equator. Additionally, since I had to be outside a lot, it was incredibly useful for both the rain and the heat. I worked really hard on it and it took me a long time before I could make anything that would hold up; in fact, after I thought I figured it out, I ruined two or three before I made one that I was happy with. Eventually, I made one that worked fairly well. The biggest challenge was figuring out how to make it collapsible. I could make it open up, but if it didn’t also fold down, it wouldn’t be portable for me except right over my head, which wasn’t practical. Anyway, in the end, like I said, I made one that worked, and I covered it with skins, with the hair side up, so it repelled the rain like a roof and blocked the sun so effectively that I could walk outside in the hottest weather with more comfort than I could before in the coolest. And when I didn’t need it, I could fold it up and carry it under my arm.

Thus I lived mighty comfortably, my mind being entirely composed by resigning to the will of God, and throwing myself wholly upon the disposal of His providence. This made my life better than sociable; for when I began to regret the want of conversation, I would ask myself whether thus conversing mutually179 with my own thoughts and, as I hope I may say, with even God Himself, by ejaculations, was not better than the utmost enjoyment of human society in the world?

So, I lived quite comfortably, feeling completely at peace by accepting God's will and fully trusting in His guidance. This made my life more fulfilling than just being social; whenever I started to miss conversations, I would ask myself if chatting with my own thoughts and, as I hope to say, even with God through quick prayers, was not better than the greatest pleasures of human companionship in the world?179


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I cannot say that after this, for five years, any extraordinary thing happened to me; but I lived on in the same course, in the same posture and place, just as before. The chief things I was employed in, besides my yearly labor of planting my barley and rice, and curing my raisins, of both which I always kept up just enough to have sufficient stock of one year’s provisions beforehand—and my daily labor of going out with my gun, I had one labor, to make me a canoe, which at last I finished; so that by digging a canal to it of six feet wide, and four feet deep, I brought it into the creek, almost half a mile. As for the first, which was so vastly big, as I made it without considering beforehand, as I ought to do, how I should be able to launch it; so, never being able to bring it to the water, or bring the water to it, I was obliged to let it lie where it was, as a memorandum to teach me to be wiser next time. Indeed, the next time, though I could not get a tree proper for it, and in a place where I could not get the water to it at any less distance than, as I have said, near half a mile, yet as I saw it was practicable at last, I never gave it over; and though I was near two years about it, yet I never grudged my labor, in hopes of having a boat to go off to sea at last.

I can't say that anything extraordinary happened to me during the next five years; I just kept living the same way, in the same routine and place, just like before. The main things I worked on, besides my yearly tasks of planting barley and rice and drying my raisins—both of which I always kept enough of to have a year's worth of supplies ahead of time—and my daily work of going out with my gun, included one project: making a canoe, which I finally finished. To get it into the creek, I dug a canal six feet wide and four feet deep, which extended almost half a mile. As for the first canoe I made, which was way too big, I didn’t think ahead about how to launch it, so I was never able to take it to the water or bring water to it. I had to leave it where it was as a reminder to be smarter next time. The next attempt, even though I couldn't find a suitable tree and the water was nearly half a mile away, I saw it was possible, so I never gave up. It took almost two years, but I didn’t mind the hard work, hoping that I’d finally have a boat to take out to sea.

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However, though my little periagua was finished, yet the size of it was not at all answerable to the design which I had in view when I made the first; I mean, of venturing over to the terra firma, where it was above forty miles broad. Accordingly, the smallness of my boat assisted to put an end to that design, and now I thought no more of it. But as I had a boat, my next design was to make a tour round the island; for as I had been on the other side in one place, crossing, as I have already described it, over the land, so the discoveries I made in that little journey made me very eager to see other parts of the coast; and now I had a boat, I thought of nothing but sailing round the island.

But even though my little periagua was finished, it was much smaller than I had originally intended when I started it; I had planned to venture over to the terra firma, which was more than forty miles wide. Because of the small size of my boat, I abandoned that plan, and I no longer thought about it. Since I had a boat, my next idea was to take a tour around the island. Having crossed to the other side at one spot, as I previously described, the discoveries I made during that short journey made me really eager to explore more parts of the coast. Now that I had a boat, all I could think about was sailing around the island.

For this purpose, that I might do everything with discretion and consideration, I fitted up a little mast to my boat, and made a sail to it out of some of the piece of the ship’s sail, which lay in store, and of which I had a great stock by me.

For this reason, so I could handle everything carefully and thoughtfully, I set up a small mast on my boat and made a sail from some of the leftover pieces of the ship's sail that I had stored and had plenty of.

Having fitted my mast and sail, and tried the boat, I found she would sail very well. Then I made little lockers, or boxes, at either end of my boat, to put provisions, necessaries, and ammunition, etc., into, to be kept dry, either from rain or the spray of the sea; and a little long hollow place I cut in the inside of the boat, where I could lay my gun, making a flap to hang down over it to keep it dry.

Having installed my mast and sail and tested the boat, I discovered that it would sail quite well. Then I built small storage compartments at each end of the boat to keep supplies, essentials, and ammunition safe and dry from rain or sea spray. I also cut a long, narrow space inside the boat where I could lay my gun, adding a flap that could hang down over it to keep it dry.

I fixed my umbrella also in a step at the stern, like a mast, to stand over my head, and keep the heat of the sun off of me, like an awning; and thus I every now and then took a little voyage upon the sea, but never went far out, nor far from the little creek. But at last, being eager to view the circumference182 of my little kingdom, I resolved upon my tour; and accordingly I victualled my ship for the voyage, putting in two dozen of my loaves (cakes I should rather call them) of barley bread, an earthen pot full of parched rice, a food I ate a great deal of, a little bottle of rum, half a goat, and powder and shot for killing more, and two large watch-coats, of those which, as I mentioned before, I had saved out of the seamen’s chests; these I took, one to lie upon, and the other to cover me in the night.

I propped my umbrella up at the back like a mast to shade me from the sun, almost like an awning. This way, I could take little trips on the sea now and then, but I never went too far from the creek. Eventually, I got eager to explore the edges of my small territory, so I planned my journey. I stocked my "ship" for the trip with two dozen loaves (or rather, cakes) of barley bread, a clay pot filled with parched rice—which was a big part of my diet—a small bottle of rum, half a goat, and powder and shot for hunting more. I also took two large coats that I had salvaged from the sailors’ lockers; I used one to lie on and kept the other to cover myself at night.

It was the 6th of November, in the sixth year of my reign, or my captivity, which you please, that I set out on this voyage, and I found it much longer than I expected; for though the island itself was not very large, yet when I came to the east side of it I found a great ledge of rocks lie out about two leagues into the sea, some above water, some under it, and beyond that a shoal of sand, lying dry half a league more; so that I was obliged to go a great way out to sea to double the point.

It was November 6th in the sixth year of my reign, or my captivity, whichever you prefer, that I set out on this journey, and I found it much longer than I anticipated. Although the island itself wasn’t very big, when I reached its east side, I discovered a large ledge of rocks extending about two leagues into the sea—some above water, some submerged. Beyond that, there was a sandbank that dried out half a league more; so, I had to travel quite a distance out to sea to go around the point.

When first I discovered them, I was going to give over my enterprise, and come back again, not knowing how far it might oblige me to go out to sea, and, above all, doubting how I should get back again, so I came to an anchor; for I had made me a kind of anchor with a piece of a broken grappling which I got out of the ship.

When I first found them, I was about to give up my mission and return, not knowing how far it might force me to go out to sea, and, more importantly, unsure of how I would get back. So, I dropped anchor; I had made a makeshift anchor with a piece of a broken grappling hook I found on the ship.

Having secured my boat, I took my gun and went on shore, climbing up upon a hill, which seemed to overlook that point, where I saw the full extent of it, and resolved to venture.

Having secured my boat, I grabbed my gun and went ashore, climbing up a hill that overlooked the area. From there, I could see the whole thing and decided to take the risk.

—and thus I every now and then took a little voyage upon the sea

In my viewing the sea from that hill, where I stood, I perceived a strong, and indeed a most furious current, which ran183 to the east, and even came close to the point; and I took the more notice of it, because I saw there might be some danger that when I came into it I might be carried out to sea by the strength of it, and not be able to make the island again. And indeed, had I not gotten first up upon this hill, I believe it would have been so; for there was the same current on the other side of the island, only that it set off at a farther distance; and I saw there was a strong eddy under the shore; so I had nothing to do but to get in out of the first current, and I should presently be in an eddy.

From where I stood on that hill, I saw a strong and really intense current moving east, almost reaching the point. I paid extra attention to it because I realized there was a risk of being swept out to sea by its power, preventing me from making it back to the island. Honestly, if I hadn’t made it up to that hill first, I think I would have been in trouble; there was a similar current on the other side of the island, but it started further out. I noticed a strong eddy along the shore, so all I had to do was get out of the initial current, and I would quickly find myself in that eddy.

I lay here, however, two days; because the wind, blowing pretty fresh at E.S.E., and that being just contrary to the said current, made a great breach of the sea upon the point; so that it was not safe for me to keep too close to the shore for the breach, nor to go too far off because of the stream.

I lay here for two days because the wind was blowing pretty strong from the east-southeast, which was directly against the current. This created a big break in the sea at the point, making it unsafe for me to stay too close to the shore due to the waves, nor could I go too far out because of the current.

The third day, in the morning, the wind having abated overnight, the sea was calm, and I ventured. But I am a warning-piece again to all rash and ignorant pilots; for no sooner was I come to the point, when even I was not my boat’s length from the shore, but I found myself in a great depth of water, and a current like the sluice of a mill. It carried my boat along with it with such violence, that all I could do could not keep her so much as on the edge of it, but I found it hurried me farther and farther out from the eddy, which was on my left hand. There was no wind stirring to help me, and all I could do with my paddlers signified nothing. And now I began to give myself over for lost; for, as the current was on both sides the island, I knew in a few leagues’ distance they must join again, and then184 I was irrevocably gone. Nor did I see any possibility of avoiding it; so that I had no prospect before me but of perishing; not by the sea, for that was calm enough, but of starving for hunger. I had indeed found a tortoise on the shore, as big almost as I could lift, and had tossed it into the boat; and I had a great jar of fresh water, that is to say, one of my earthen pots; but what was all this to being driven into the vast ocean, where, to be sure, there was no shore, no mainland or island, for a thousand leagues at least.

On the third day, in the morning, after the wind died down overnight, the sea was calm, so I took the chance to go out. But I was a cautionary tale once again for all reckless and uninformed boaters; for no sooner had I reached the point, barely a boat's length from the shore, than I found myself in deep water with a current like that of a mill's sluice. It pulled my boat along with such force that there was nothing I could do to keep it near the edge of the current, which was to my left. There was no wind to help me, and my paddling was useless. I started to accept that I was doomed; since the current ran on both sides of the island, I knew they would eventually meet a few leagues away, and I’d be lost for good. I saw no way to escape it, and my only outlook seemed to be death—not by the sea, which was calm enough, but from starvation. I had found a tortoise on the shore, almost too heavy for me to lift, and I tossed it into the boat; plus, I had a large jar of fresh water, one of my earthen pots. But what good was all that if I was being swept into the vast ocean, where, without a doubt, there was no land, no mainland or island, for at least a thousand leagues?

And now I saw how easy it was for the providence of God to make the most miserable condition mankind could be in worse. Now I looked back upon my desolate solitary island as the most pleasant place in the world, and all the happiness my heart could wish for was to be but there again. I stretched out my hands to it, with eager wishes. “O happy desert!” said I, “I shall never see thee more. O miserable creature,” said I, “whither am I going?” Then I reproached myself with my unthankful temper, and how I had repined at my solitary condition; and now what would I give to be on shore there again. Thus we never see the true state of our condition till it is illustrated to us by its contraries; nor know how to value what we enjoy, but by the want of it. It is scarce possible to imagine the consternation I was now in, being driven from my beloved island (for so it appeared to me now to be) into the wide ocean, almost two leagues, and in the utmost despair of ever recovering it again. However, I worked hard, till indeed my strength was almost exhausted, and kept my boat as much to the northward,185 that is, towards the side of the current which the eddy lay on, as possibly I could; when about noon, as the sun passed the meridian, I thought I felt a little breeze of wind in my face, springing up from the S.S.E. This cheered my heart a little, and especially when, in about half an hour more, it blew a pretty small gentle gale. By this time I was gotten at a frightful distance from the island; and had the least cloud or hazy weather intervened, I had been undone another way too; for I had no compass on board, and should never have known how to have steered towards the island if I had but once lost sight of it. But the weather continuing clear, I applied myself to get up my mast again, and spread my sail, standing away to the north as much as possible, to get out of the current.

And now I realized how easy it was for God's providence to turn the most miserable situation mankind could be in even worse. Looking back on my lonely, desolate island, I saw it as the most wonderful place in the world, and all I wanted was to be there again. I reached out my hands to it, filled with longing. “O happy desert!” I said, “I will never see you again. O miserable creature,” I said, “where am I going?” Then I scolded myself for being ungrateful and for lamenting my solitude; now I would give anything to be back on that shore. We never truly understand our situation until we see its opposite; we learn to appreciate what we have only when we don’t have it anymore. It’s hard to imagine the shock I felt being pushed away from my beloved island (which it seemed to be now) into the vast ocean, nearly two leagues away, filled with despair at the thought of never returning. Still, I worked hard until I was almost exhausted, trying to keep my boat as much to the north as I could, towards the current's side where the eddy was. About noon, as the sun passed its highest point, I thought I felt a little breeze on my face coming from the S.S.E. This lifted my spirits a bit, especially when, after about half an hour, it turned into a gentle breeze. By this time, I was frighteningly far from the island, and if a cloud or hazy weather had appeared, I would have been lost another way too; I had no compass on board and would never have known how to steer towards the island if I had lost sight of it. But with the weather remaining clear, I got my mast up again and spread my sail, heading as far north as possible to get out of the current.

Just as I had set my mast and sail, and the boat began to stretch away, I saw even by the clearness of the water some alteration of the current was near; for where the current was so strong, the water was foul. But perceiving the water clear, I found the current abate, and presently I found to the east, at about half a mile, a breach of the sea upon some rocks. These rocks I found caused the current to part again; and as the main stress of it ran away more southerly, leaving the rocks to the north-east, so the other returned by the repulse of the rocks, and made a strong eddy, which ran back again to the north-west with a very sharp stream.

Just as I had set up my mast and sail, and the boat started to move away, I noticed from the clarity of the water that a change in the current was nearby; where the current was strongest, the water was murky. But seeing the water clear, I realized the current was less intense, and soon I spotted a gap in the sea about half a mile to the east, near some rocks. I found that these rocks caused the current to split again; as the main flow headed further south, leaving the rocks to the northeast, the other part was pushed back by the rocks, creating a strong whirlpool that flowed back to the northwest with a sharp current.

They who know what it is to have a reprieve brought to them upon the ladder, or to be rescued from thieves just going to murder them, or who have been in such like extremities, may186 guess what my present surprise of joy was, and how gladly I put my boat into the stream of this eddy; and the wind also freshening, how gladly I spread my sail to it, running cheerfully before the wind, and with a strong tide or eddy under foot.

Those who understand what it's like to be given a second chance while hanging on for dear life, or to be saved from thieves who were about to kill them, or who have faced similar dire situations, can imagine the immense joy I felt in that moment. I eagerly set my boat into the flow of the current. With the wind picking up, I happily unfurled my sail, sailing smoothly with the breeze at my back and a strong current beneath me.

This eddy carried me about a league in my way back again, directly towards the island, but about two leagues more to the northward than the current which carried me away at first; so that when I came near the island, I found myself open to the northern shore of it, that is to say, the outer end of the island, opposite to that which I went out from.

This current carried me about a mile on my way back, taking me directly toward the island but about two miles further north than the current that took me away at first. So when I got close to the island, I found myself facing the northern shore, which is to say, the outer end of the island, opposite the side I left from.

When I had made something more than a league of way by the help of this current or eddy, I found it was spent, and served me no farther. However, I found that being between the two great currents, viz., that on the south side, which had hurried me away, and that on the north, which lay about a league on the other side; I say, between these two, in the wake of the island, I found the water at least still, and running no way; and having still a breeze of wind fair for me, I kept on steering directly for the island, though not making such fresh way as I did before.

Once I had traveled more than a league thanks to this current or eddy, I realized it had lost its power and wasn’t helping me anymore. However, I noticed that being between the two major currents—one on the south side that had swept me away and the other on the north, which was about a league farther out—I found the water was at least calm and not moving in any direction. With a nice breeze still blowing in my favor, I continued steering straight for the island, even though I wasn’t making progress as quickly as before.

About four o’clock in the evening, being then within about a league of the island, I found the point of the rocks which occasioned this disaster stretching out, as is described before, to the southward, and casting off the current more southwardly had, of course, made another eddy to the north, and this I found very strong, but not directly setting the way my course lay, which was due west, but almost full north. However, having a fresh187 gale, I stretched across this eddy, slanting north-west; and in about an hour came within about a mile of the shore, where, it being smooth water, I soon got to land.

About four o’clock in the evening, when I was about a league from the island, I spotted the rocky point that caused this disaster stretching out to the south as described earlier. The current was pushing more to the south, which, of course, created a strong eddy to the north. This eddy was powerful, but it wasn’t directly in the direction I needed to go, which was due west; instead, it was almost straight north. However, with a fresh gale, I crossed over this eddy at a slant to the northwest, and after about an hour, I got within a mile of the shore, where the water was calm, and I quickly reached land.

When I was on shore, I fell on my knees, and gave God thanks for my deliverance, resolving to lay aside all thoughts of my deliverance by my boat; and refreshing myself with such things as I had, I brought my boat close to the shore, in a little cove that I had spied under some trees, and laid me down to sleep, being quite spent with the labor and fatigue of the voyage.

When I got to shore, I dropped to my knees and thanked God for saving me, deciding to let go of any thoughts about being rescued by my boat. After taking some time to rest with whatever I had, I pulled my boat close to the shore, into a small cove I had noticed under some trees, and lay down to sleep, completely exhausted from the effort and exhaustion of the journey.

I was now at a great loss which way to get home with my boat. I had run so much hazard, and knew too much the case, to think of attempting it by the way I went out; and what might be at the other side (I mean the west side) I knew not, nor had I any mind to run any more ventures. So I only resolved in the morning to make my way westward along the shore, and to see if there was no creek where I might lay up my frigate in safety, so as to have her again if I wanted her. In about three miles, or thereabouts, coasting the shore, I came to a very good inlet or bay, about a mile over, which narrowed till it came to a very little rivulet or brook, where I found a very convenient harbor for my boat, and where she lay as if she had been in a little dock made on purpose for her. Here I put in, and having stowed my boat very safe, I went on shore to look about me, and see where I was.

I was really unsure how to get home with my boat. I had faced so much danger and knew too much about the situation to even think about going back the way I came. I had no idea what might be on the other side (I mean the west side), and I didn’t want to take any more risks. So, I decided in the morning to head west along the shore and see if there was a creek where I could safely store my boat, so I could use it again if I needed to. After about three miles of following the coastline, I came across a nice inlet or bay, roughly a mile wide, which narrowed down to a little stream. There, I found a great spot to anchor my boat, and it was like she was in a little dock made just for her. I went in, secured my boat safely, and then went ashore to explore and see where I was.

I soon found I had but a little passed by the place where I had been before, when I travelled on foot to that shore; so taking nothing out of my boat but my gun and my umbrella,188 for it was exceedingly hot, I began my march. The way was comfortable enough after such a voyage as I had been upon, and I reached my old bower in the evening, where I found everything standing as I left it; for I always kept it in good order, being, as I said before, my country house.

I soon realized I had only just passed by the place where I had been before when I walked to that shore. So, taking nothing out of my boat except my gun and my umbrella, since it was really hot, I started my walk. The path was pretty easy after the trip I had just taken, and I reached my old shelter in the evening, where I found everything just as I had left it because I always kept it tidy, as I mentioned earlier, being my vacation home. 188

I got over the fence, and laid me down in the shade to rest my limbs, for I was very weary, and fell asleep. But judge you, if you can, that read my story, what a surprise I must be in, when I was waked out of my sleep by a voice calling me by my name several times, “Robin, Robin, Robin Crusoe, poor Robin Crusoe! Where are you, Robin Crusoe? Where are you? Where have you been?”

I climbed over the fence and lay down in the shade to rest my tired limbs because I was really worn out, and I fell asleep. But just imagine my surprise when I was awakened from my sleep by a voice calling my name over and over, “Robin, Robin, Robin Crusoe, poor Robin Crusoe! Where are you, Robin Crusoe? Where are you? Where have you been?”

I was so dead asleep at first, being fatigued with rowing, or paddling, as it is called, the first part of the day, and with walking the latter part, that I did not wake thoroughly; but dozing between sleeping and waking, thought I dreamed that somebody spoke to me. But as the voice continued to repeat “Robin Crusoe, Robin Crusoe,” at last I began to wake more perfectly, and was at first dreadfully frightened, and started up in the utmost consternation. But no sooner were my eyes open, but I saw my Poll sitting on the top of the hedge, and immediately knew that it was he that spoke to me; for just in such bemoaning language I had used to talk to him, and teach him; and he had learned it so perfectly, that he would sit upon my finger, and lay his bill close to my face, and cry, “Poor Robin Crusoe! Where are you? Where have you been? How come you here?” and such things as I had taught him.

I was so deeply asleep at first, really worn out from rowing or paddling, as it’s called, in the morning and then walking later on, that I didn’t wake up completely; I dozed between sleep and wakefulness and thought I dreamed someone was speaking to me. But as the voice kept repeating “Robin Crusoe, Robin Crusoe,” I slowly started to wake up more fully and initially was terrified, jumping up in a panic. But as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my Poll sitting on top of the hedge and instantly realized it was him who had spoken to me; he used such sad language that I had taught him to say, and he had learned it so well that he would sit on my finger, lean his beak close to my face, and call out, “Poor Robin Crusoe! Where are you? Where have you been? How come you here?” along with other phrases I had taught him.

However, even though I knew it was the parrot, and that189 indeed it could be nobody else, it was a good while before I could compose myself. First, I was amazed how the creature got thither, and then, how he should just keep about the place, and nowhere else. But as I was well satisfied it could be nobody but honest Poll, I got it over; and holding out my hand, and calling him by his name, Poll, the sociable creature, came to me, and sat upon my thumb, as he used to do, and continued talking to me, “Poor Robin Crusoe! and how did I come here? and where had I been?” just as if he had been overjoyed to see me again; and so I carried him home along with me.

However, even though I knew it was the parrot, and that189 it could only be him, it took me a while to calm down. First, I was shocked by how the bird got there, and then, why he decided to hang around that spot and nowhere else. But since I was sure it could only be my good friend Poll, I got a grip on myself; and holding out my hand and calling him by his name, Poll, the friendly bird came to me, perched on my thumb like he used to, and kept chatting, “Poor Robin Crusoe! How did I end up here? Where have I been?” just as if he was really happy to see me again; and so I took him home with me.

I had now had enough of rambling to sea for some time, and had enough to do for many days to sit still, and reflect upon the danger I had been in. I would have been very glad to have had my boat again on my side of the island; but I knew not how it was practicable to get it about. As to the east side of the island, which I had gone round, I knew well enough there was no venturing that way; my very heart would shrink, and my very blood run chill, but to think of it. And as to the other side of the island, I did not know how it might be there; but supposing the current ran with the same force against the shore at the east as it passed by it on the other, I might run the same risk of being driven down the stream, and carried by the island, as I had been before of being carried away from it. So, with these thoughts, I contented myself to be without any boat, though it had been the product of so many months’ labor to make it and of so many more to get it unto the sea.

I had finally had enough of wandering at sea for a while and needed to sit still for several days to reflect on the danger I had faced. I would have been very happy to have my boat back on my side of the island, but I had no idea how to get it around. As for the east side of the island, which I had navigated, I knew there was no way I could take that route; just thinking about it made my heart race and sent chills through me. On the other side of the island, I didn't know what to expect, but assuming the current pushed against the shore on the east as strongly as it did on the opposite side, I might risk being carried downstream and away from the island again, just like before. So, with these thoughts in mind, I resigned myself to being without a boat, even though it had taken months of hard work to build and even more to get it into the sea.

In this government of my temper I remained near a year, lived a very sedate, retired life, as you may well suppose; and190 my thoughts being very much composed as to my condition, and fully comforted in resigning myself to the dispositions of Providence, I thought I lived really very happily in all things, except that of society.

In this government of my mood, I stayed for almost a year, leading a pretty calm and private life, as you can imagine; and190 my thoughts were quite settled about my situation, and I felt truly at peace by trusting in the plans of Providence. I really believed I was quite happy in everything, except for the lack of social interaction.

I improved myself in this time in all the mechanic exercises which my necessities put me upon applying myself to, and I believe could, upon occasion, make a very good carpenter, especially considering how few tools I had. Besides this, I arrived at an unexpected perfection in my earthenware, and contrived well enough to make them with a wheel, which I found infinitely easier and better, because I made things round and shapable which before were filthy things indeed to look on. But I think I was never more vain of my own performance, or more joyful for anything found out, than for my being able to make a tobacco-pipe. And though it was a very ugly, clumsy thing when it was done, and only burnt red, like other earthenware, yet as it was hard and firm, and would draw the smoke, I was exceedingly comforted with it; for I had been always used to smoke, and there were pipes in the ship, but I forgot them at first, not knowing that there was tobacco in the island; and afterwards, when I searched the ship again, I could not come at any pipes at all.

I improved myself during this time in all the practical tasks that my needs pushed me to tackle, and I believe I could, if needed, become a pretty good carpenter, especially considering how few tools I had. On top of that, I unexpectedly got really good at making pottery and figured out how to use a wheel, which I found to be way easier and better, because I was able to create round and shapable items that were previously just ugly to look at. However, I think I was never prouder of my own work or happier about anything I discovered than when I managed to make a tobacco pipe. Even though it turned out to be a pretty ugly, clunky piece that only burnt red like other pottery, I was really pleased with it because it was hard and sturdy and could hold smoke. I had always been a smoker, and there were pipes on the ship, but I had forgotten about them at first, not knowing there was tobacco on the island; then later, when I searched the ship again, I couldn't find any pipes at all.

In my wicker-ware also I improved much, and made abundance of necessary baskets, as well as my invention showed me; though not very handsome, yet they were such as were very handy and convenient for my laying things up in, or fetching things home in. For example, if I killed a goat abroad, I could hang it up in a tree, flay it, and dress it, and cut it in191 pieces, and bring it home in a basket; and the like by a turtle; I could cut it up, take out the eggs, and a piece or two of the flesh, which was enough for me, and bring them home in a basket, and leave the rest behind me. Also large deep baskets were my receivers for my corn, which I always rubbed out as soon as it was dry, and cured, and kept it in great baskets.

I also got really good at making baskets from wicker, creating a lot of useful ones based on my ideas. They weren’t the prettiest, but they were super practical for organizing and carrying my stuff. For instance, if I hunted a goat, I could hang it in a tree, skin it, prepare it, cut it into pieces, and carry it home in a basket. The same went for a turtle; I could chop it up, take out the eggs, and keep a bit of the meat, which was enough for me, and leave the rest behind. I also used large, deep baskets to store my corn, which I always processed as soon as it was dry and stored in those big baskets.

I began now to perceive my powder abated considerably, and this was a want which it was impossible for me to supply, and I began seriously to consider what I must do when I should have no more powder; that is to say, how I should do to kill any goats. I had, as is observed, in the third year of my being here kept a young kid, and bred her up tame, and I was in hope of getting a he-goat. But I could not by any means bring it to pass, till my kid grew an old goat; and I could never find in my heart to kill her, till she died at last of mere age.

I started to realize that my gunpowder was running low, and this was a need that I couldn’t meet. I began to think seriously about what I would do when I ran out of powder; specifically, how I would be able to kill any goats. As I mentioned earlier, during my third year here, I had taken in a young kid and raised her to be tame, hoping to eventually get a male goat. However, I couldn’t manage to do that, and my kid grew into an old goat. I could never bring myself to kill her, and she eventually died of old age.


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But being now in the eleventh year of my residence, and as I have said, my ammunition growing low, I set myself to study some art to trap and snare the goats, to see whether I could not catch some of them alive; and particularly, I wanted a she-goat great with young.

But now that I was spending my eleventh year here, and with my supplies running low, I decided to learn a skill to trap and catch goats, hoping I could capture some of them alive; in particular, I wanted to find a pregnant female goat.

To this purpose, I made snares to hamper them, and I do believe they were more than once taken in them; but my tackle was not good, for I had no wire, and I always found them broken, and my bait devoured. At length I resolved to try a pitfall; so I dug several large pits in the earth, in places where I had observed the goats used to feed, and over these pits I placed hurdles, of my own making too, with a great weight upon them; and several times I put ears of barley and dry rice, without setting the trap, and I could easily perceive that the goats had gone in and eaten up the corn, for I could see the mark of their feet. At length I set three traps in one night, and going the next morning, I found them all standing, and yet the bait eaten and gone; this was very discouraging. However, I altered my trap; and, not to trouble you with particulars, going one morning to see my trap, I found in one of them a large old he-goat, and in one of the others three kids, a male and two females.

To achieve this, I set up snares to catch them, and I believe they got caught more than once; but my gear wasn't great because I had no wire, and I always found it broken with my bait eaten. Eventually, I decided to try a pitfall; so I dug several deep holes in the ground where I noticed the goats liked to graze, and over these pits, I placed hurdles I made myself, weighed down heavily. A few times, I scattered ears of barley and dry rice without setting the trap, and I could easily see that the goats had come in and eaten the grain because I found their footprints. Finally, I set three traps one night, and the next morning when I checked, I found all of them still standing, yet the bait was completely gone; it was really discouraging. However, I adjusted my trap, and to spare you the details, when I went to check it one morning, I found a large old male goat in one, and in another trap, I found three kids—one male and two females.

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As to the old one, I knew not what to do with him, he was so fierce I durst not go into the pit to him; that is to say, to go about to bring him away alive, which was what I wanted. I could have killed him, but that was not my business, nor would it answer my end; so I even let him out, and he ran away, as if he had been frightened out of his wits. But I had forgotten then what I learned afterwards, that hunger will tame a lion. If I had let him stay there three or four days without food, and then have carried him some water to drink, and then a little corn, he would have been as tame as one of the kids, for they are mighty sagacious, tractable creatures where they are well used.

As for the old one, I didn't know what to do with him; he was so fierce that I didn't dare go into the pit with him. In other words, I couldn't risk going in to bring him out alive, which was my goal. I could have killed him, but that wasn't my intention, and it wouldn't help me achieve what I wanted. So, I just let him out, and he ran away like he was scared out of his mind. However, I forgot at the time what I would learn later: that hunger can tame a lion. If I had left him there for three or four days without food, then brought him some water to drink and a little corn, he would have become as tame as a kid, since they are very intelligent and manageable creatures when treated well.

However, for the present I let him go, knowing no better at that time. Then I went to the three kids, and taking them one by one, I tied them with strings together, and with some difficulty brought them all home.

However, for now I let him go, not knowing any better at the time. Then I went to the three kids, and one by one, I tied them together with strings, and with some difficulty, brought them all home.

It was a good while before they would feed, but throwing them some sweet corn, it tempted them, and they began to be tame. And now I found that if I expected to supply myself with goat-flesh when I had no powder or shot left, breeding some up tame was my only way, when perhaps I might have them about my house like a flock of sheep.

It took a while before they would eat, but by tossing them some sweet corn, I was able to entice them, and they started to get used to me. I realized that if I wanted to have goat meat when I ran out of ammo, my only option was to breed some tame goats, so I could have them around my house like a herd of sheep.

But then it presently occurred to me that I must keep the tame from the wild, or else they would always run wild when they grew up; and the only way for this was to have some enclosed piece of ground, well fenced either with hedge or pale, to keep them in so effectually, that those within might not break out, or those without break in.

But then it suddenly hit me that I needed to separate the tame from the wild, or else they would always run wild when they grew up; and the only way to do this was to have an enclosed area, well-fenced either with a hedge or a fence, to keep them in so effectively that those inside couldn’t break out, and those outside couldn’t break in.

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This was a great undertaking for one pair of hands; yet as I saw there was an absolute necessity of doing it, my first piece of work was to find out a proper piece of ground, viz., where there was likely to be herbage for them to eat, water for them to drink, and cover to keep them from the sun.

This was a big task for just one person; however, since I realized it had to be done, my first job was to find a suitable piece of land, specifically one where there would be grass for them to eat, water for them to drink, and shade to protect them from the sun.

Those who understand such enclosures will think I had very little contrivance when I pitched upon a place very proper for all these, being a plain open piece of meadow land, or savanna (as our people call it in the western colonies), which had two or three little drills of fresh water in it, and at one end was very woody; I say, they will smile at my forecast, when I shall tell them I began my enclosing of this piece of ground in such a manner, that my hedge or pale must have been at least two miles about. Nor was the madness of it so great as to the compass, for if it was ten miles about, I was like to have time enough to do it in. But I did not consider that my goats would be as wild in so much compass as if they had had the whole island, and I should have so much room to chase them in, that I should never catch them.

Those who understand such enclosures will think I had very little planning when I chose a spot that was really suitable for all this. It was a flat, open piece of meadowland or savanna (as our people call it in the western colonies) that had two or three small streams of fresh water and was quite wooded at one end. I say they will smile at my foresight when I tell them I started enclosing this piece of land in such a way that my fence or barrier must have been at least two miles around. The craziness of it wasn't so much about the distance, since if it were ten miles around, I would have enough time to do it. But I didn't think about the fact that my goats would be just as wild in such a large area as if they had the whole island, and I would have so much space to chase them that I'd never be able to catch them.

My hedge was begun and carried on, I believe, about fifty yards, when this thought occurred to me, so I presently stopped short, and, for the first beginning, I resolved to enclose a piece of about 150 yards in length, and 100 yards in breadth; which, as it would maintain as many as I should have in any reasonable time, so, as my flock increased, I could add more ground to my enclosure.

My hedge was started and continued, I think, for about fifty yards when this thought came to me, so I suddenly stopped and decided to initially enclose a piece of land around 150 yards long and 100 yards wide; this way, it could support as many animals as I'd have in a reasonable time, and as my flock grew, I could expand my enclosure.

This was acting with some prudence, and I went to work with courage. I was about three months hedging in the first195 piece, and, till I had done it, I tethered the three kids in the best part of it, and used them to feed as near me as possible, to make them familiar; and very often I would go and carry them some ears of barley, or a handful of rice, and feed them out of my hand; so that after my enclosure was finished, and I let them loose, they would follow me up and down, bleating after me for a handful of corn.

I was being careful, and I approached my work with determination. I spent about three months building the first195 enclosure, and until I finished it, I tied the three kids in the best area and used them to graze as close to me as possible, to help them get used to me. I often went to bring them some ears of barley or a handful of rice and fed them from my hand. So, after I completed the enclosure and let them roam free, they followed me around, bleating for a handful of grain.

This answered my end, and in about a year and half I had a flock of about twelve goats, kids and all; and in two years more I had three and forty, besides several that I took and killed for my food. And after that I enclosed five several pieces of ground to feed them in, with little pens to drive them into, to take them as I wanted, and gates out of one piece of ground into another.

This took care of my needs, and in about a year and a half, I had a herd of about twelve goats, including kids; and in another two years, I had forty-three, along with several that I caught and killed for food. After that, I fenced off five different areas of land for them to graze in, with small pens to corral them as needed, and gates connecting one area to another.

But this was not all, for now I not only had goat’s flesh to feed on when I pleased, but milk too, a thing which, indeed, in my beginning, I did not so much as think of, and which, when it came into my thoughts, was really an agreeable surprise. For now I set up my dairy, and had sometimes a gallon or two of milk in a day; and as Nature, who gives supplies of food to every creature, dictates even naturally how to make use of it, so I, that had never milked a cow, much less a goat, or seen butter or cheese made, very readily and handily, though after a great many essays and miscarriages, made me both butter and cheese at last, and never wanted it afterwards.

But that wasn't all, because now I not only had goat meat to eat whenever I wanted, but also milk, something I hadn't even thought about at first. When it did come to mind, it was a pleasant surprise. So, I set up my dairy and sometimes had a gallon or two of milk a day. Just as nature provides food for every creature, it also guides us on how to use it. I had never milked a cow, let alone a goat, or seen butter or cheese made, but with a lot of practice and some mistakes, I eventually learned to make both butter and cheese, and I never ran out of it after that.

How mercifully can our great Creator treat His creatures, even in those conditions in which they seemed to be overwhelmed in destruction! How can He sweeten the bitterest providences,196 and give us cause to praise Him for dungeons and prisons! What a table was here spread for me in a wilderness, where I saw nothing at first but to perish for hunger!

How mercifully can our great Creator treat His creatures, even in situations where they seem overwhelmed by destruction! How can He turn the harshest circumstances into something sweet, and give us reasons to praise Him for dungeons and prisons! What an amazing feast was laid out for me in a wilderness, where at first I only saw hopelessness and the threat of starvation!

It would have made a stoic smile, to have seen me and my little family sit down to dinner. There was my majesty, the prince and lord of the whole island; I had the lives of all my subjects at my absolute command. I could hang, draw, give liberty, and take it away; and no rebels among all my subjects.

It would have been quite a sight to see me and my little family sitting down for dinner. There I was, the prince and ruler of the entire island; I held the lives of all my subjects completely in my hands. I could execute, imprison, grant freedom, and take it away; and there were no rebels among my subjects.

Then to see how like a king I dined, too, all alone, attended by my servants. Poll, as if he had been my favorite, was the only person permitted to talk to me. My dog, who was now grown very old and crazy, and had found no species to multiply his kind upon, sat always at my right hand, and two cats, one on one side the table, and one on the other, expecting now and then a bit from my hand, as a mark of special favor.

Then to see how much like a king I dined, all alone, with my servants attending me. Poll, as if he were my favorite, was the only one allowed to talk to me. My dog, who was now quite old and a bit crazy, and had no way to breed, sat at my right hand, while two cats—one on each side of the table—waited for occasional treats from me as a sign of special favor.

But these were not the two cats which I brought on shore at first, for they were both of them dead, and had been interred near my habitation, by my own hand. But one of them having multiplied by I know not what kind of creature, these were two which I had preserved tame, whereas the rest ran wild in the woods, and became indeed troublesome to me at last; for they would often come into my house, and plunder me too, till at last I was obliged to shoot them, and did kill a great many; at length they left me. With this attendance, and in this plentiful manner, I lived; neither could I be said to want anything but society; and of that in some time after this, I was like to have too much.

But these weren't the two cats I initially brought ashore, because they were both dead and had been buried near my home by me. However, one of them multiplied with I don’t know what kind of creature, leading to these two that I had kept tame, while the others ran wild in the woods and eventually became a nuisance; they often came into my house and stole from me until I had no choice but to shoot them, and I ended up killing a lot of them. Eventually, they left me. With this company and in this abundant way, I lived; I couldn’t say I lacked anything except for companionship, and soon after, I was going to have too much of that.

I was something impatient, as I have observed, to have the197 use of my boat, though very loth to run any more hazards; and therefore sometimes I sat contriving ways to get her about the island, and at other times I sat myself down contented enough without her. But I had a strange uneasiness in my mind to go down to the point of the island, where, as I have said, in my last ramble, I went up the hill to see how the shore lay, and how the current set, that I might see what I had to do. This inclination increased upon me every day, and at length I resolved to travel thither by land, following the edge of the shore. I did so; but had any one in England been to meet such a man as I was, it must either have frightened them, or raised a great deal of laughter; and as I frequently stood still to look at myself, I could not but smile at the notion of my travelling through Yorkshire, with such an equipage, and in such a dress. Be pleased to take a sketch of my figure, as follows:

I was a bit impatient, as I’ve noticed, to have the use of my boat, even though I was really reluctant to take any more risks. So sometimes I sat around thinking of ways to get her around the island, and at other times I was just fine without her. But I felt a strange urge to go down to the point of the island, where, as I mentioned in my last trip, I went up the hill to see how the shore looked and how the current moved, so I could figure out what to do. This feeling grew stronger each day, and eventually, I decided to walk there along the shore. I did that; but if anyone in England had encountered a man like me, it would likely have either scared them or made them laugh a lot. As I often paused to look at myself, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of traveling through Yorkshire in such an outfit and with such gear. Please picture my figure like this:

I had a great high shapeless cap, made of a goat’s skin, with a flap hanging down behind, as well to keep the sun from me, as to shoot the rain off from running into my neck; nothing being so hurtful in these climates as the rain upon the flesh, under the clothes.

I had a tall, shapeless cap made from goat skin, with a flap hanging down in the back. It kept the sun off me and also helped to keep the rain from running down my neck. There’s nothing more damaging in these climates than rain on bare skin underneath your clothes.

I had a short jacket of goat’s skin, the skirts coming down to about the middle of my thighs; and a pair of open-kneed breeches of the same. The breeches were made of the skin of an old he-goat, whose hair hung down such a length on either side, that, like pantaloons, it reached to the middle of my legs. Stockings and shoes I had none, but had made me a pair of somethings, I scarce know what to call them, like buskins, to flap over my legs, and lace on either side like spatterdashes;198 but of a most barbarous shape, as indeed were all the rest of my clothes.

I had a short goat skin jacket that reached about the middle of my thighs, and a pair of open-kneed breeches made from the same material. The breeches were made from the skin of an old male goat, with the hair hanging down so much on either side that it looked like pantaloons, reaching to the middle of my legs. I didn't have any stockings or shoes, but I had made something that was hard to name, like buskins, to cover my legs, laced on either side like spatterdashes; but they had a very rough shape, just like all my other clothes. 198

I had on a broad belt of goat’s skin dried, which I drew together with two thongs of the same, instead of buckles; and in a kind of a frog on either side of this, instead of a sword and a dagger, hung a little saw and a hatchet, one on one side, one on the other. I had another belt, not so broad, and fastened in the same manner, which hung over my shoulder; and at the end of it, under my left arm, hung two pouches, both made of goat’s skin too; in one of which hung my powder, in the other my shot. At my back I carried my basket, on my shoulder my gun, and over my head a great clumsy ugly goat-skin umbrella, but which, after all, was the most necessary thing I had about me, next to my gun. As for my face, the color of it was really not so mulatto-like as one might expect from a man not at all careful of it, and living within nineteen degrees of the equinox. My beard I had once suffered to grow till it was about a quarter of a yard long; but as I had both scissors and razors sufficient, I had cut it pretty short, except what grew on my upper lip, which I had trimmed into a large pair of Mahometan whiskers, such as I had seen worn by some Turks whom I saw at Sallee; for the Moors did not wear such, though the Turks did. Of these mustachios or whiskers, I will not say they were long enough to hang my hat upon them, but they were of a length and shape monstrous enough, and such as, in England, would have passed for frightful.

I wore a wide belt made of dried goat skin, which I tightened with two strips of the same material instead of buckles. On either side of it, instead of a sword and dagger, I had a small saw and a hatchet, one on each side. I also had another, thinner belt that I wore across my shoulder. At the end of it, under my left arm, were two pouches, also made of goat skin; one held my gunpowder, and the other my shot. On my back, I carried a basket, and on my shoulder, my gun. Over my head was a large, clunky goat-skin umbrella, which, despite its ugliness, was one of the most essential items I had, next to my gun. My face didn't have the dusky tone one might expect from someone who didn't care for it and lived close to the equator. I had let my beard grow out to about a quarter of a yard long, but since I had enough scissors and razors, I had trimmed it quite short, except for the hair on my upper lip, which I had shaped into a large pair of Muslim-style whiskers, like those I had seen on some Turks in Sallee; the Moors didn’t wear them, but the Turks did. I won’t say my mustache was long enough to hang a hat on, but it was long and shaped enough to be considered monstrous, and in England, it would have been seen as frightful.

But all this is by the bye; for, as to my figure, I had so few to observe me, that it was of no manner of consequence; so I199 say no more to that part. In this kind of figure I went my new journey, and was out five or six days. I travelled first along the sea-shore, directly to the place where I first brought my boat to an anchor, to get up upon the rocks. And having no boat now to take care of, I went over the land, a nearer way, to the same height that I was upon before; when, looking forward to the point of the rocks which lay out, and which I was obliged to double with my boat, as is said above, I was surprised to see the sea all smooth and quiet, no rippling, no motion, no current, any more there than in other places.

But all that aside, regarding my appearance, I had so few people noticing me that it didn’t really matter; so I won't say anything more about that. In this state, I set off on my new journey, which lasted five or six days. I first traveled along the coast to the spot where I initially anchored my boat to climb the rocks. Since I didn’t have a boat to take care of anymore, I took a more direct path overland to reach the same height I was at before. When I looked out at the rocky point ahead—one that I had to navigate around with my boat, as mentioned earlier—I was surprised to see the sea calm and still, with no ripples, no motion, and no current, just like in other places.

I was at a strange loss to understand this, and resolved to spend some time in the observing it, to see if nothing from the sets of the tide had occasioned it. But I was presently convinced how it was, viz., that the tide of ebb setting from the west, and joining with the current of waters from some great river on the shore, must be the occasion of this current; and that according as the wind blew more forcibly from the west, or from the north, this current came near, or went farther from the shore; for waiting thereabouts till evening, I went up to the rock again, and then the tide of ebb being made, I plainly saw the current again as before, only that it ran farther off, being near half a league from the shore; whereas in my case it set close upon the shore, and hurried me and my canoe along with it, which, at another time, it would not have done.

I was really confused about this and decided to spend some time observing it to see if anything from the tides caused it. But I quickly figured it out: the ebb tide coming from the west, combined with the current from a large river on the shore, must be responsible for this current. Depending on whether the wind blew more strongly from the west or from the north, this current would come closer to or move farther from the shore. So, after waiting around until evening, I went back up to the rock, and when the ebb tide came in, I clearly saw the current again, but this time it was farther out, nearly half a league from the shore. In my experience earlier, it was right up against the shore and carried me and my canoe along with it, which wouldn't have happened at another time.

This observation convinced me that I had nothing to do but to observe the ebbing and the flowing of the tide, and I might very easily bring my boat about the island again. But when I began to think of putting it in practice, I had such a terror200 upon my spirits at the remembrance of the danger I had been in, that I could not think of it again with any patience; but, on the contrary, I took up another resolution, which was more safe, though more laborious; and this was, that I would build, or rather make me another periagua or canoe; and so have one for one side of the island, and one for the other.

This realization made me think that all I needed to do was watch the tide go in and out, and I could easily navigate my boat around the island again. But when I started to consider actually doing it, I felt such fear recalling the danger I had faced that I couldn’t bear the thought of it again. Instead, I decided on a safer, though more labor-intensive, plan: I would build, or rather make, another periagua or canoe, so I would have one for each side of the island.

You are to understand that now I had, as I may call it, two plantations in the island; one, my little fortification or tent, with the wall about it, under the rock, with the cave behind me, which, by this time, I had enlarged into several apartments or caves, one within another. One of these, which was the driest and largest, and had a door out beyond my wall or fortification, that is to say, beyond where my wall joined to the rock, was all filled up with the large earthen pots, of which I have given an account, and with fourteen or fifteen great baskets, which would hold five or six bushels each, where I laid up my stores of provision, especially my corn, some in the ear, cut off short from the straw, and the other rubbed out with my hand.

You need to understand that at this point, I had what I would consider two plantations on the island. One was my little fort or tent, surrounded by a wall that I built under the rock, with the cave behind me. By this time, I had expanded the cave into several rooms, one inside the other. The largest and driest one, which had a door leading outside my wall or fort, specifically where my wall met the rock, was filled with the large clay pots I’ve mentioned, as well as fourteen or fifteen big baskets that could hold five or six bushels each. In these, I stored my supplies, especially my corn—some of it still in the ear, cut short from the stalk, and the rest threshed by hand.

As for my wall, made, as before, with long stakes or piles, those piles grew all like trees, and were by this time grown so big, and spread so very much, that there was not the least appearance, to any one’s view, of any habitation behind them.

As for my wall, built once again with long stakes or piles, those piles grew like trees, and by this point had become so large and spread out so much that to anyone looking, there was no sign at all of any home behind them.

Near this dwelling of mine, but a little farther within the land, and upon lower ground, lay my two pieces of corn ground, which I kept duly cultivated and sowed, and which duly yielded me their harvest in its season; and whenever I had occasion for more corn, I had more land adjoining as fit as that.

Near my home, but a little deeper into the land and on lower ground, were my two fields of corn that I kept well-cultivated and planted, which regularly provided me with their harvest in its season. Whenever I needed more corn, I had more land next to it that was just as suitable.

Besides this, I had my country seat, and I had now a tolerable201 plantation there also; for, first, I had my little bower, as I called it, which I kept in repair; that is to say, I kept the hedge which circled it in constantly fitted up to its usual height, the ladder standing always in the inside. I kept the trees, which at first were no more than my stakes, but were now grown very firm and tall, I kept them always so cut, that they might spread and grow thick and wild, and make the more agreeable shade, which they did effectually to my mind. In the middle of this, I had my tent always standing, being a piece of a sail, spread over poles, set up for that purpose, and which never wanted any repair or renewing; and under this I had made me a squab or couch, with the skins of the creatures I had killed, and with other soft things, and a blanket laid on them, such as belonged to our sea-bedding, which I had saved, and a great watch-coat to cover me; and here, whenever I had occasion to be absent from my chief seat, I took up my country habitation.

Besides this, I had my country place, and I also had a decent plantation there now; first, I had my little shelter, as I called it, which I kept in good shape; that is to say, I maintained the hedge surrounding it at its usual height, with the ladder always kept inside. I took care of the trees, which at first were just stakes but had grown really strong and tall; I always trimmed them in a way that let them spread and grow thick and wild, creating a more pleasant shade, which I really enjoyed. In the middle of this area, I had my tent set up all the time, made from a piece of sail, stretched over poles I set up for that purpose, and it never needed any repair. Under this, I made myself a comfortable spot with the skins of the animals I had hunted and other soft materials, plus a blanket from our ship's bedding that I managed to save, along with a big coat to keep me warm; so here, whenever I needed to be away from my main spot, I set up my country home.

Adjoining to this I had my enclosures for my cattle, that is to say, my goats. And as I had taken an inconceivable deal of pains to fence and enclose this ground, so I was so uneasy to see it kept entire, lest the goats should break through, that I never left off till, with infinite labor, I had stuck the outside of the hedge so full of small stakes, and so near to one another, that it was rather a pale than a hedge, and there was scarce room to put a hand through between them; which afterwards, when those stakes grew, as they all did in the next rainy season, made the enclosure strong like a wall, indeed, stronger than any wall.

Next to this, I had my fenced area for my livestock, specifically my goats. Since I had put in an incredible amount of effort to fence off this ground, I was constantly worried about keeping it intact, fearing the goats might break through. I didn’t stop until, through immense labor, I had filled the outside of the hedge with small stakes placed so close together that it resembled a palisade rather than a hedge, with hardly any space to fit a hand between them. Later, when those stakes grew, as they did in the next rainy season, they made the enclosure as strong as a wall—indeed, stronger than any wall.

This will testify for me that I was not idle, and that I202 spared no pains to bring to pass whatever appeared necessary for my comfortable support; for I considered the keeping up a breed of tame creatures thus at my hand would be a living magazine of flesh, milk, butter, and cheese for me as long as I lived in the place, if it were to be forty years; and that keeping them in my reach depended entirely upon my perfecting my enclosures to such a degree, that I might be sure of keeping them together; which, by this method, indeed, I so effectually secured, that when these little stakes began to grow, I had planted them so very thick, I was forced to pull some of them up again.

This will prove that I wasn't lazy and that I put in a lot of effort to ensure my comfort. I thought that keeping a breed of domesticated animals close by would provide me with a steady supply of meat, milk, butter, and cheese for as long as I lived there, even if it turned out to be forty years. Keeping them within reach depended entirely on how well I could build my enclosures so that I could be sure they would stay together. I managed to do this so effectively that when the little stakes started to grow, I had planted them so densely that I had to pull some of them up again.

In this place also I had my grapes growing, which I principally depended on for my winter store of raisins, and which I never failed to preserve very carefully, as the best and most agreeable dainty of my whole diet. And indeed they were not agreeable only, but physical, wholesome, nourishing, and refreshing to the last degree.

In this place, I also had my grapevines, which I mainly relied on for my winter supply of raisins. I always made sure to preserve them carefully as the best and most enjoyable treat in my entire diet. In fact, they were not just enjoyable, but also nutritious, healthy, sustaining, and incredibly refreshing.

As this was also about half-way between my other habitation and the place where I had laid up my boat, I generally stayed and lay here in my way thither; for I used frequently to visit my boat, and I kept all things about, or belonging to her, in very good order. Sometimes I went out in her to divert myself, but no more hazardous voyages would I go, nor scarce ever above a stone’s cast or two from the shore, I was so apprehensive of being hurried out of my knowledge again by the currents or winds, or any other accident. But now I come to a new scene of my life.

As this spot was about halfway between my home and the place where I stored my boat, I usually stopped here on my way there. I often visited my boat and kept everything related to her in really good shape. Sometimes I took her out for fun, but I no longer went on risky trips and rarely ventured more than a stone's throw or two from the shore because I was really worried about getting swept away again by the currents, winds, or any other mishap. But now I’m entering a new chapter in my life.


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It happened one day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man’s naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand. I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition. I listened, I looked round me, I could hear nothing, nor see anything. I went up to a rising ground, to look farther. I went up the shore, and down the shore, but it was all one; I could see no other impression but that one.

It happened one day, around noon, as I was heading towards my boat. I was extremely surprised to find the clear print of a man's bare foot in the sand on the shore. I stood there like I was in shock, as if I had seen a ghost. I listened and looked around, but I couldn’t hear or see anything. I climbed up a small hill to get a better view. I walked up and down the shore, but it was all the same; I saw no other marks except for that one.

I went to it again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not be my fancy; but there was no room for that, for there was exactly the very print of a foot—toes, heel, and every part of a foot. How it came thither I knew not, nor could in the least imagine. But after innumerable fluttering thoughts, like a man perfectly confused and out of myself, I came home to my fortification, not feeling, as we say, the ground I went on, but terrified to the last degree, looking behind me at every two or three steps, mistaking every bush and tree, and fancying every stump at a distance to be a man; nor is it possible to describe how many various shapes affrighted imagination represented things to me in, how many wild ideas were found every moment in my fancy, and what strange, unaccountable whimsies came into my thoughts by the way.

I went back to check if there were any more, and to see if it might catch my interest; but there was no room for that, because there was a clear print of a foot—toes, heel, and every part of the foot. I had no idea how it got there, nor could I even begin to guess. After countless chaotic thoughts, like a completely bewildered person, I returned to my safe place, not feeling, as we say, the ground beneath me, but completely terrified, glancing back every few steps, mistaking every bush and tree, and imagining every distant stump was a person; it's impossible to describe the various shapes that my imagination turned things into, how many wild ideas popped into my mind every moment, and what strange, inexplicable thoughts came to me along the way.

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When I came to my castle, for so I think I called it ever after this, I fled into it like one pursued. Whether I went over by the ladder, as first contrived, or went in at the hole in the rock, which I called a door, I cannot remember; no, nor could I remember the next morning, for never frightened hare fled to cover, or fox to earth, with more terror of mind than I to this retreat.

When I arrived at my castle, which I continued to call it from then on, I rushed inside like someone being chased. I can’t remember if I climbed up the ladder, as I initially planned, or if I entered through the hole in the rock that I referred to as a door. I couldn’t recall the next morning either, because no frightened hare ever darted to its hiding place, or fox to its burrow, with more fear than I felt heading into this safe haven.

I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition

I slept none that night. The farther I was from the occasion of my fright, the greater my apprehensions were; which is something contrary to the nature of such things, and especially to the usual practice of all creatures in fear. But I was so embarrassed with my own frightful ideas of the thing, that I formed nothing but dismal imaginations to myself, even though I was now a great way off it. Sometimes I fancied it must be the devil, and reason joined in with me upon this supposition; for how should any other thing in human shape come into the place? Where was the vessel that brought them? What marks were there of any other footsteps? And how was it possible a man should come there? But then to think that Satan should take human shape upon him in such a place, where there could be no manner of occasion for it, but to leave the print of his foot behind him, and that even for no purpose too, for he could not be sure I should see it; this was an amusement the other way. I considered that the devil might have found out abundance of other ways to have terrified me than this of the single print of a foot; that as I lived quite on the other side of the island, he would never have been so simple to leave a mark in a place where it was ten thousand to one whether I205 should ever see it or not, and in the sand too, which the first surge of the sea, upon a high wind, would have defaced entirely. All this seemed inconsistent with the thing itself, and with all the notions we usually entertain of the subtility of the devil.

I didn't sleep at all that night. The farther I was from the source of my fear, the more worried I became; which is pretty much the opposite of how fear usually works, especially for any creature feeling scared. But I was so tangled up in my own terrifying thoughts about it that all I could imagine were dark scenarios, even though I was quite far from it. Sometimes I thought it must be the devil, and my reasoning backed me up on that idea; how else could something human have come to that place? Where was the boat that brought them? What signs were there of any other footprints? And how could a person even get there? But then the thought that Satan would take on human form in such a remote spot, where there would be no real reason to do so, just to leave a single footprint behind, which he couldn’t be sure I would even notice, was a twist. I figured the devil could have used countless other ways to scare me than just this one footprint; given that I lived on the opposite side of the island, he wouldn't be dumb enough to leave a mark in a place where there was only a one in ten thousand chance I’d ever see it, especially in the sand that the next wave would wash away completely. All of this seemed inconsistent with the situation and with what we usually think about the cunning of the devil.

Abundance of such things as these assisted to argue me out of all apprehensions of its being the devil; and I presently concluded then, that it must be some more dangerous creature, viz., that it must be some of the savages of the mainland over against me, who had wandered out to sea in their canoes, and, either driven by the currents or by contrary winds, had made the island, and had been on shore, but were gone away again to sea, being as loth, perhaps, to have stayed in this desolate island as I would have been to have had them.

The presence of things like these helped me dismiss any fears that it was the devil; I quickly came to the conclusion that it must be some other, more dangerous creature. Specifically, I thought it might be one of the mainland savages who had ventured out to sea in their canoes. They may have been swept here by the currents or blown off course by the winds, landed on the island, and then left again, likely as reluctant to stay on this desolate island as I would have been to have them here.

While these reflections were rolling upon my mind, I was very thankful in my thoughts that I was so happy as not to be thereabouts at that time, or that they did not see my boat, by which they would have concluded that some inhabitants had been in the place, and perhaps have searched farther for me. Then terrible thoughts racked my imagination about their having found my boat, and that there were people here; and that if so, I should certainly have them come again in greater numbers, and devour me; and if it should happen so that they should not find me, yet they would find my enclosure, destroy all my corn, carry away all my flock of tame goats, and I should perish at last for mere want.

While I was caught up in these thoughts, I felt really grateful that I wasn’t around at that moment or that they didn’t see my boat, which would have made them think some people lived there, and they might have searched further for me. Then terrible visions filled my mind about them discovering my boat and realizing there were others nearby; and if that happened, they would definitely come back with more people and overpower me. Even if they didn’t find me, they would likely come across my fenced area, ruin all my crops, take my tame goats, and I would eventually perish from sheer hunger.

Thus my fear banished all my religious hope. All that former confidence in God, which was founded upon such wonderful experience as I had had of His goodness, now vanished,206 as if He that had fed me by miracle hitherto could not preserve, by His power, the provision which He had made for me by His goodness. I reproached myself with my easiness, that would not sow any more corn one year than would just serve me till the next season, as if no accident could intervene to prevent my enjoying the crop that was upon the ground. And this I thought so just a reproof, that I resolved for the future to have two or three years’ corn beforehand, so that, whatever might come, I might not perish for want of bread.

So, my fear drove away all my faith. That earlier confidence in God, which was based on the amazing experiences I had of His goodness, just disappeared, as if the one who had miraculously provided for me couldn't, by His power, protect the resources He had given me through His kindness. I blamed myself for being so careless, only planting enough corn to last me until the next season, as if nothing could happen to stop me from enjoying the harvest that was already growing. I saw this as a legitimate criticism, so I decided from then on to have two or three years' worth of corn saved up, so that no matter what happened, I wouldn't starve. 206

How strange a checker-work of Providence is the life of man! and by what secret differing springs are the affections hurried about as differing circumstances present! To-day we love what to-morrow we hate; to-day we seek what to-morrow we shun; to-day we desire what to-morrow we fear; nay, even tremble at the apprehensions of. This was exemplified in me, at this time, in the most lively manner imaginable; for I, whose only affliction was that I seemed banished from human society, that I was alone, circumscribed by the boundless ocean, cut off from mankind, and condemned to what I called silent life; that I was as one whom Heaven thought not worthy to be numbered among the living, or to appear among the rest of His creatures; that to have seen one of my own species would have seemed to me a raising me from death to life, and the greatest blessing that Heaven itself, next to the supreme blessing of salvation, could bestow; I say, that I should now tremble at the very apprehensions of seeing a man, and was ready to sink into the ground at but the shadow or silent appearance of a man’s having set his foot in the island!

How strange the patterns of fate are in a person's life! And by what hidden, different forces are our feelings stirred as various situations arise! Today we love what tomorrow we might hate; today we pursue what tomorrow we might avoid; today we desire what tomorrow we might fear—even tremble at the thought of. This was illustrated in me at this time in the most vivid way possible; for I, whose only hardship was feeling exiled from human society, isolated by the endless ocean, cut off from mankind, and condemned to what I called a silent existence; I was like someone whom Heaven deemed unworthy to be counted among the living or to appear among the rest of His creatures; the sight of another person would have felt like being brought from death to life, and the greatest blessing that Heaven could offer, next to the ultimate gift of salvation; I say, that I should now tremble at the mere thought of seeing a man, ready to sink into the ground at just the shadow or quiet presence of someone having set foot on the island!

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Such is the uneven state of human life; and it afforded me a great many curious speculations afterwards, when I had a little recovered my first surprise. I considered that this was the station of life the infinitely wise and good providence of God had determined for me; that, as I could not foresee what the ends of Divine wisdom might be in all this, so I was not to dispute His sovereignty, who, as I was His creature, had an undoubted right, by creation, to govern and dispose of me absolutely as He thought fit, and who, as I was a creature who had offended Him, had likewise a judicial right to condemn me to what punishment He thought fit; and that it was my part to submit to bear His indignation, because I had sinned against Him.

Such is the uneven nature of human life; and it gave me a lot to think about later, once I had regained my initial shock. I reflected that this was the position in life that the infinitely wise and good providence of God had chosen for me; that, since I could not foresee the reasons behind Divine wisdom in all this, I should not question His sovereignty, who, as my Creator, had every right, by virtue of creation, to govern and control me however He deemed fit, and who, as I was a being who had wronged Him, also had the authority to punish me however He saw fit; and that my role was to accept His anger, because I had sinned against Him.

I then reflected that God, who was not only righteous, but omnipotent, as He had thought fit thus to punish and afflict me, so He was able to deliver me; that if He did not think fit to do it ’twas my unquestioned duty to resign myself absolutely and entirely to His will; and, on the other hand, it was my duty also to hope in Him, pray to Him, and quietly to attend the dictates and directions of His daily providence.

I then realized that God, who is not only just but also all-powerful, had chosen to punish and afflict me, so He is also capable of delivering me. If He doesn't choose to do so, it is my unquestioned duty to completely surrender to His will. On the other hand, I also have the responsibility to trust in Him, pray to Him, and calmly follow the guidance of His daily providence.

These thoughts took me up many hours, days, nay, I may say, weeks and months; and one particular effect of my cogitations on this occasion I cannot omit, viz., one morning early, lying in my bed, and filled with thought about my danger from the appearance of savages, I found it discomposed me very much; upon which those words of the Scripture came into my thoughts, “Call upon Me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver, and thou shalt glorify Me.”

These thoughts occupied me for many hours, days, and even weeks and months. One specific effect of my reflections during that time stands out: one early morning, while lying in bed, consumed by worries about the threat of savages, I found myself feeling very unsettled. Then, those words from the Bible came to mind, “Call upon Me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver, and you shall glorify Me.”

Upon this, rising cheerfully out of my bed, my heart was208 not only comforted, but I was guided and encouraged to pray earnestly to God for deliverance. When I had done praying, I took up my Bible, and opening it to read, the first words that presented to me were, “Wait on the Lord, and be of good cheer, and He shall strengthen thy heart; wait, I say, on the Lord.” It is impossible to express the comfort this gave me. In answer, I thankfully laid down the book, and was no more sad, at least, not on that occasion.

Upon this, I got out of bed feeling cheerful. My heart was not only comforted, but I felt guided and encouraged to pray earnestly to God for help. Once I finished praying, I picked up my Bible, and as I opened it to read, the first words I saw were, “Wait on the Lord, and be of good cheer, and He shall strengthen your heart; wait, I say, on the Lord.” I can’t express how much comfort this brought me. In response, I gratefully closed the book and felt no more sadness, at least for that moment.

In the middle of these cogitations, apprehensions, and reflections, it came into my thought one day, that all this might be a mere chimera of my own; and that this foot might be the print of my own foot, when I came on shore from my boat. This cheered me up a little too, and I began to persuade myself it was all a delusion, that it was nothing else but my own foot; and why might not I come that way from the boat, as well as I was going that way to the boat? Again, I considered also, that I could by no means tell, for certain, where I had trod, and where I had not; and that if, at last, this was only the print of my own foot, I had played the part of those fools who strive to make stories of spectres and apparitions, and then are frightened at them more than anybody.

In the midst of all my thoughts, worries, and reflections, it hit me one day that this could all just be in my head; that this footprint might actually be my own from when I got off my boat. This lifted my spirits a bit, and I started to convince myself it was all an illusion, just my own footprint. After all, why couldn’t I have walked this way from the boat, just like I was going that way to it? I also realized I really couldn’t say for sure where I had stepped and where I hadn’t. If this was just the print of my own foot, then I had acted like those idiots who create stories about ghosts and then get scared by them more than anyone else.

Now I began to take courage, and to peep abroad again, for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights, so that I began to starve for provision; for I had little or nothing within doors but some barley-cakes and water. Then I knew that my goats wanted to be milked too, which usually was my evening diversion; and the poor creatures were in great pain and inconvenience for want of it; and, indeed, it almost209 spoiled some of them, and almost dried up their milk.

Now I started to feel brave again and peeked outside, since I hadn't left my home for three days and nights. I was running low on supplies, with barely anything inside except for some barley cakes and water. I realized my goats needed to be milked too, which was usually my evening routine. The poor animals were really uncomfortable because of it, and it nearly harmed some of them, almost drying up their milk.

Heartening myself, therefore, with the belief that this was nothing but the print of one of my own feet, and so I might be truly said to start at my own shadow, I began to go abroad again, and went to my country house to milk my flock. But to see with what fear I went forward, how often I looked behind me, how I was ready, every now and then, to lay down my basket, and run for my life, it would have made any one have thought I was haunted with an evil conscience, or that I had been lately most terribly frightened; and so, indeed, I had.

Comforting myself with the thought that this was just the impression of my own foot, so it could be said that I was actually startled by my own shadow, I started to venture out again and went to my country house to milk my flock. But the way I moved forward with fear, how often I checked over my shoulder, and how I was constantly ready to drop my basket and run for my life would make anyone think I was being haunted by a guilty conscience or that I had recently been terrified; and I certainly had.

However, as I went down thus two or three days, and having seen nothing, I began to be a little bolder, and to think there was really nothing in it but my own imagination. But I could not persuade myself fully of this till I should go down to the shore again, and see this print of a foot, and measure it by my own, and see if there was any similitude or fitness, that I might be assured it was my own foot. But when I came to the place, first, it appeared evidently to me, that when I laid up my boat, I could not possibly be on shore anywhere thereabout; secondly, when I came to measure the mark with my own foot, I found my foot not so large by a great deal. Both these things filled my head with new imaginings, and gave me the vapors again to the highest degree; so that I shook with cold, like one in an ague; and I went home again, filled with the belief that some man or men had been on shore there; or, in short, that the island was inhabited, and I might be surprised before I was aware. And what course to take for my security, I knew not.

However, as I spent the next two or three days without seeing anything, I started to feel a bit bolder and thought maybe it was just my imagination. But I couldn’t completely convince myself of that until I went back to the shore, checked the footprint, and measured it against my own to see if there was any similarity, so I could be sure it was mine. When I got to the spot, it became clear to me that when I parked my boat, I couldn’t have been near that area at all; second, when I compared the mark with my own foot, I found my foot was much smaller. Both of these realizations filled my mind with new thoughts and made me very anxious, causing me to shiver with cold, like someone with a fever. I went home again, convinced that someone had been on the shore, or in short, that the island was inhabited, and I might be caught off guard. And I didn't know what to do for my safety.

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Oh, what ridiculous resolutions men take when possessed with fear! It deprives them of the use of those means which reason offers for their relief. The first thing I proposed to myself was to throw down my enclosures, and turn all my tame cattle wild into the woods, that the enemy might not find them, and then frequent the island in prospect of the same or the like booty; then to the simple thing of digging up my two cornfields, that they might not find such a grain there, and still be prompted to frequent the island; then to demolish my bower and tent, that they might not see any vestiges of habitation, and be prompted to look farther, in order to find out the persons inhabiting.

Oh, what silly decisions people make when they're scared! It takes away their ability to use the rational solutions available to them. The first thing I thought of was to tear down my fences and set all my domestic animals free in the woods, so the enemy wouldn't find them. Then I thought about simply digging up my two cornfields, so there wouldn't be any grain left, prompting them to keep visiting the island. Lastly, I considered destroying my shelter and tent, so they wouldn't see any signs of habitation and would be encouraged to search further to discover who lived there.

These were the subject of the first night’s cogitation, after I was come home again, while the apprehensions which had so overrun my mind were fresh upon me, and my head was full of vapors, as above. Thus fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrifying than danger itself when apparent to the eyes; and we find the burden of anxiety greater, by much, than the evil which we are anxious about; and, which was worse than all this, I had not that relief in this trouble from the resignation I used to practise, that I hoped to have. I looked, I thought, like Saul, who complained not only that the Philistines were upon him, but that God had forsaken him; for I did not now take due ways to compose my mind, by crying to God in my distress, and resting upon His providence, as I had done before, for my defence and deliverance; which, if I had done, I had at least been more cheerfully supported under this new surprise, and perhaps carried through it with more resolution.

These were the thoughts I had on my first night back home, while the fears that had taken over my mind were still fresh, and my head was full of confusion. It’s true that fear of danger is often way more frightening than the actual danger we can see; we find that the weight of anxiety is much heavier than the problem we're anxious about. Even worse, I didn’t find the comfort in my troubles from the acceptance I used to practice, which I had hoped would help me. I felt like Saul, who not only worried that the Philistines were coming for him but also that God had abandoned him; because I wasn’t taking the right steps to calm my mind, like praying to God in my distress and trusting in His guidance for my protection and rescue, as I had done before. If I had done that, at least I would have felt more supported through this new shock, and maybe I would have handled it with more strength.

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This confusion of my thoughts kept me waking all night, but in the morning I fell asleep; and having, by the amusement of my mind, been, as it were, tired, and my spirits exhausted, I slept very soundly, and waked much better composed than I had ever been before. And now I began to think sedately; and upon the utmost debate with myself, I concluded that this island, which was so exceeding pleasant, fruitful, and no farther from the mainland than as I had seen, was not so entirely abandoned as I might imagine; that although there were no stated inhabitants who lived on the spot, yet that there might sometimes come boats off from the shore, which, either with design, or perhaps never but when they were driven by cross winds, might come to this place; that I had lived here fifteen years now, and had not met with the least shadow or figure of any people yet; and that if at any time they should be driven here, it was probable they went away again as soon as ever they could, seeing they had never thought fit to fix there upon any occasion to this time; that the most I could suggest any danger from, was from any such casual accidental landing of straggling people from the main, who, as it was likely if they were driven hither, were here against their wills; so they made no stay here, but went off again with all possible speed, seldom staying one night on shore, lest they should not have the help of the tides and daylight back again; and that, therefore, I had nothing to do but to consider of some safe retreat, in case I should see any savages land upon the spot.

This confusion in my thoughts kept me awake all night, but in the morning I finally fell asleep. My mind had been so busy that it had tired me out, and my spirits were drained. I slept deeply and woke up feeling much more composed than I ever had before. I began to think clearly, and after debating with myself, I concluded that this island, which was so beautiful and fertile and not far from the mainland, wasn’t completely deserted as I had imagined. Even though there were no permanent residents here, it was possible that boats occasionally came from the shore, either deliberately or possibly only when caught by strong winds, landing here. I had lived here for fifteen years without encountering any sign of other people, and if anyone did come here by chance, they likely left as soon as they could. They had never chosen to stay here at any time, so the only risk I could foresee was from the random arrival of lost travelers from the mainland. If they were ever forced to land here, they probably did so against their will, so they didn't linger and left as quickly as possible, often not staying even one night to avoid missing the tides and daylight for their return. Therefore, I had to think about finding a safe hiding place in case I saw any natives land on the island.

Now I began sorely to repent that I had dug my cave so212 large as to bring a door through again, which door, as I said, came out beyond where my fortification joined to the rock. Upon maturely considering this, therefore, I resolved to draw me a second fortification in the same manner of a semicircle, at a distance from my wall, just where I had planted a double row of trees about twelve years before, of which I made mention. These trees having been planted so thick before, they wanted but a few piles to be driven between them, that they should be thicker and stronger, and my wall would be soon finished.

Now I really regretted that I had dug my cave so212 large that I had to create a door again, which, as I mentioned, exited beyond where my fortification met the rock. After thinking it over, I decided to build a second fortification in the same semicircular shape, at a distance from my wall, right where I had planted a double row of trees about twelve years ago, as I mentioned earlier. Since those trees had been planted so close together before, I just needed to drive a few more stakes between them to make them thicker and stronger, and my wall would be finished soon.

So that I had now a double wall; and my outer wall was thickened with pieces of timber, old cables, and everything I could think of, to make it strong, having in it seven little holes, about as big as I might put my arm out at. In the inside of this I thickened my wall to about ten feet thick, with continual bringing earth out of my cave, and laying it at the foot of the wall, and walking upon it; and through the seven holes I contrived to plant the muskets, of which I took notice that I got seven on shore out of the ship. These, I say, I planted like my cannon, and fitted them into frames, that held them like a carriage, that so I could fire all the seven guns in two minutes’ time. This wall I was many a weary month a-finishing, and yet never thought myself safe till it was done.

So now I had a double wall; my outer wall was reinforced with pieces of wood, old cables, and anything I could think of to make it strong. It had seven small openings, just big enough for me to stick my arm out. Inside this, I thickened the wall to about ten feet using dirt I dug out of my cave, piling it at the base of the wall and walking on it. Through the seven openings, I managed to set up the muskets, of which I noted I had gotten seven ashore from the ship. I arranged these like cannons and fitted them into frames that held them like carriages, so I could fire all seven guns in two minutes. It took me many exhausting months to finish this wall, and I never felt safe until it was complete.

When this was done, I stuck all the ground without my wall, for a great way every way, as full with stakes, or sticks, of the osier-like wood, which I found so apt to grow, as they could well stand; insomuch, that I believe I might set in near twenty thousand of them, leaving a pretty large space between213 them and my wall, that I might have room to see an enemy, and they might have no shelter from the young trees, if they attempted to approach my outer wall.

When this was done, I planted all around my wall for a long way in every direction, using stakes or sticks made from the willow-like wood that I found grew easily. I think I could have planted nearly twenty thousand of them, leaving a decent amount of space between them and my wall. This way, I could see an enemy approaching, and they wouldn’t have any cover from the young trees if they tried to get close to my outer wall.213

Thus in two years’ time I had a thick grove; and in five or six years’ time I had a wood before my dwelling, growing so monstrous thick and strong, that it was indeed perfectly impassable; and no men, of what kind soever, would ever imagine that there was anything beyond it, much less a habitation. As for the way which I proposed to myself to go in and out, for I left no avenue, it was by setting two ladders, one to a part of the rock which was low, and then broke in, and left room to place another ladder upon that; so when the two ladders were taken down, no man living could come down to me without hurting himself; and if they had come down, they were still on the outside of my outer wall.

So, in two years, I had a thick grove; and in five or six years, I had a forest in front of my home, growing so dense and strong that it was completely impossible to get through. No one, of any kind, would ever think there was anything beyond it, let alone a place to live. As for the way I had in mind to come in and out, since I left no path, I set up two ladders—one against a low part of the rock, then broke in and left space to place another ladder on that. So when the two ladders were taken down, no one could come down to me without getting hurt; and if they did come down, they were still on the outside of my outer wall.

Thus I took all the measures human prudence could suggest for my own preservation; and it will be seen, at length, that they were not altogether without just reason; though I foresaw nothing at that time more than my mere fear suggested to me.

So, I took every precaution that common sense could offer to protect myself; and in the end, it will be clear that my fears were not entirely unfounded, even though at the time, I only saw what my fear led me to believe.

While this was doing, I was not altogether careless of my other affairs; for I had a great concern upon me for my little herd of goats. They were not only a present supply to me upon every occasion, and began to be sufficient to me, without the expense of powder and shot, but also without the fatigue of hunting after the wild ones; and I was loth to lose the advantage of them, and to have them all to nurse up over again.

While this was happening, I wasn't completely neglecting my other responsibilities; I was really worried about my small herd of goats. They provided me with a steady supply whenever I needed it, and they were becoming enough for me without the cost of ammunition or the hassle of chasing after the wild ones. I didn't want to lose the benefit of having them and have to raise them all over again.

To this purpose, after long consideration, I could think of214 but two ways to preserve them. One was, to find another convenient place to dig a cave under ground, and to drive them into it every night; and the other was, to enclose two or three little bits of land, remote from one another, and as much concealed as I could, where I might keep about half a dozen young goats in each place; so that if any disaster happened to the flock in general, I might be able to raise them again with little trouble and time. And this, though it would require a great deal of time and labor, I thought was the most rational design.

To achieve this, after giving it a lot of thought, I could only come up with two ways to protect them. One option was to find another good spot to dig a cave underground and herd them into it every night. The other was to set up two or three small plots of land, far apart from each other, and as hidden as possible, where I could keep about six young goats in each location. That way, if something happened to the main flock, I could easily raise them again with minimal effort and time. Although this plan would take a lot of work and time, I thought it was the most sensible approach.

Accordingly I spent some time to find out the most retired parts of the island; and I pitched upon one which was as private indeed as my heart could wish for. It was a little damp piece of ground, in the middle of the hollow and thick woods, where, as is observed, I almost lost myself once before, endeavoring to come back that way from the eastern part of the island. Here I found a clear piece of land, near three acres, so surrounded with woods, that it was almost an enclosure by Nature; at least, it did not want near so much labor to make it so as the other pieces of ground I had worked so hard at.

So, I took some time to explore the most secluded areas of the island, and I found one that was as private as my heart could desire. It was a slightly damp patch of land in the middle of the dense woods, where I had nearly lost my way before trying to return from the eastern side of the island. Here, I discovered a clear area of nearly three acres, so encircled by trees that it felt almost like a natural enclosure; at the very least, it didn’t require nearly as much effort to make it so as the other plots of land I had worked so hard on.


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I immediately went to work with this piece of ground, and in less than a month’s time I had so fenced it round, that my flock, or herd, call it which you please, who were not so wild now as at first they might be supposed to be, were well enough secured in it. So, without any farther delay, I removed ten young she-goats and two he-goats to this piece. And when they were there, I continued to perfect the fence, till I had made it as secure as the other, which, however, I did at more leisure, and it took me up more time by a great deal.

I instantly started working on this piece of land, and in less than a month, I had fenced it off well enough so that my flock, or herd, whatever you want to call it, which wasn't as wild now as you might think at first, was securely contained. So, without any further delay, I moved ten young female goats and two male goats to this area. Once they were settled, I kept improving the fence until it was just as secure as the other one, although I took my time with this one, so it ended up taking quite a bit longer.

All this labor I was at the expense of, purely from my apprehensions on the account of the print of a man’s foot which I had seen; for, as yet, I never saw any human creature come near the island. And I had now lived two years under these uneasinesses, which, indeed, made my life much less comfortable than it was before, as may well be imagined by any who know what it is to live in the constant snare of the fear of man. And this I must observe, with grief too, that the discomposure of my mind had too great impressions also upon the religious part of my thoughts; for the dread and terror of falling into the hands of savages and cannibals lay so upon my spirits, that I216 seldom found myself in a due temper or application to my Maker, at least not with the sedate calmness and resignation of soul which I was wont to do. I rather prayed to God as under great affliction and pressure of mind, surrounded with danger, and in expectation every night of being murdered and devoured before morning; and I must testify from my experience, that a temper of peace, thankfulness, love, and affection, is much more the proper frame for prayer than that of terror and discomposure; and that under the dread of mischief impending, a man is no more fit for a comforting performance of the duty of praying to God, than he is for repentance on a sick-bed. For these discomposures affect the mind, as the others do the body; and the discomposure of the mind must necessarily be as great a disability as that of the body, and much greater, praying to God being properly an act of the mind, not of the body.

All the work I put in was all because I was worried about the footprint of a man I had seen; since then, I had never seen another human being near the island. I had now lived two years with these worries, which made my life much less comfortable than it used to be, as anyone who understands living in constant fear of others can imagine. I must also sadly point out that my disturbed state of mind greatly affected my spiritual thoughts; the fear of falling into the hands of savages and cannibals weighed so heavily on me that I seldom found myself in the right mindset to connect with my Maker, at least not with the calmness and acceptance I used to have. I prayed to God as if I were under great distress and mental strain, always expecting to be murdered and eaten by morning; and I can say from my experience that a state of peace, gratitude, love, and affection is much more suitable for prayer than one of fear and turmoil. When you’re anticipating danger, a person is no more able to genuinely pray to God than they are to genuinely repent while bedridden with illness. These mental disturbances affect the mind just like physical issues affect the body; and being mentally disturbed is just as much a hindrance, if not a greater one, than being physically unwell, since prayer is essentially an act of the mind, not the body.

But to go on. After I had thus secured one part of my little living stock, I went about the whole island, searching for another private place to make such another deposit; when, wandering more to the west point of the island than I had ever done yet, and looking out to sea, I thought I saw a boat upon the sea, at a great distance. I had found a perspective glass or two in one of the seamen’s chests, which I saved out of our ship, but I had it not about me; and this was so remote, that I could not tell what to make of it, though I looked at it till my eyes were not able to hold to look any longer. Whether it was a boat or not, I do not know; but as I descended from the hill, I could see no more of it, so I gave it over; only217 I resolved to go no more out without a perspective glass in my pocket.

But to continue. After I had secured one part of my small supply, I explored the entire island, looking for another private spot to make a similar stash. While wandering farther west than I had ever gone before and gazing out at the sea, I thought I spotted a boat in the distance. I had found a couple of telescopes in one of the sailors' chests, which I saved from our ship, but I didn’t have one with me. This sighting was so far away that I couldn’t figure out what it was, even though I stared at it until my eyes couldn’t take it anymore. Whether it was a boat or not, I really don’t know; but as I walked down the hill, I couldn’t see it anymore, so I gave up. Still, I decided that I wouldn’t go out again without a telescope in my pocket.

When I was come down the hill to the end of the island, where, indeed, I had never been before, I was presently convinced that the seeing the print of a man’s foot was not such a strange thing in the island as I imagined. And, but that it was a special providence that I was cast upon the side of the island where the savages never came, I should easily have known that nothing was more frequent than for the canoes from the main, when they happened to be a little too far out at sea, to shoot over to that side of the island for harbor; likewise, as they often met and fought in their canoes, the victors having taken any prisoners would bring them over to this shore, where, according to their dreadful customs, being all cannibals, they would kill and eat them; of which hereafter.

When I reached the end of the island after coming down the hill, a place I had never been before, I quickly realized that seeing a man's footprint wasn't as unusual on the island as I had thought. If it hadn’t been for the special fate that brought me to the part of the island where the savages never came, I would have understood that canoes from the mainland often darted over to that side of the island for shelter when they got a bit too far out at sea. Also, since they frequently encountered and fought each other in their canoes, the victors would bring any prisoners to this shore where, according to their horrific customs, being all cannibals, they would kill and eat them; more on that later.

When I was come down the hill to the shore, as I said above, being the S.W. point of the island, I was perfectly confounded and amazed; nor is it possible for me to express the horror of my mind at seeing the shore spread with skulls, hands, feet, and other bones, of human bodies; and particularly, I observed a place where there had been a fire made, and a circle dug in the earth, like a cockpit, where it is supposed the savage wretches had sat down to the inhuman feastings upon the bodies of their fellow-creatures.

When I came down the hill to the shore, as I mentioned earlier, at the southwest point of the island, I was completely stunned and shocked; it’s impossible for me to describe the horror I felt seeing the beach scattered with skulls, hands, feet, and other human bones. In particular, I noticed a spot where a fire had been built and a pit dug in the ground, like a cockpit, where it’s believed the barbaric wretches had gathered for their monstrous feasts on the bodies of their fellow humans.

I was so astonished with the sight of these things, that I entertained no notion of any danger to myself from it for a long while. All my apprehensions were buried in the thoughts of such a pitch of inhuman, hellish brutality, and the horror218 of the degeneracy of human nature, which, though I had heard of often, yet I never had so near a view of before. In short, I turned away my face from the horrid spectacle. My stomach grew sick, and I was just at the point of fainting, when Nature discharged the disorder from my stomach. And having vomited with an uncommon violence, I was a little relieved, but could not bear to stay in the place a moment; so I got me up the hill again with all the speed I could, and walked on towards my own habitation.

I was so shocked by what I saw that I didn’t even think about the danger to myself for a long time. All my fears were buried under the thoughts of such extreme, brutal inhumanity and the horror of how degenerate human nature can be, which I'd heard about often, but never witnessed up close before. In short, I turned away from the awful sight. My stomach turned, and I was on the verge of fainting when my body finally rejected everything I had eaten. After violently vomiting, I felt a bit better, but I couldn’t stand to stay there even for a moment, so I hurried back up the hill as fast as I could and walked toward my home.

When I came a little out of that part of the island, I stood still a while, as amazed; and then recovering myself, I looked up with the utmost affection of my soul, and with a flood of tears in my eyes, gave God thanks, that had cast my first lot in a part of the world where I was distinguished from such dreadful creatures as these; and that, though I had esteemed my present condition very miserable, had yet given me so many comforts in it, that I had still more to give thanks for than to complain of; and this above all, that I had, even in this miserable condition, been comforted with the knowledge of Himself, and the hope of His blessing; which was a felicity more than sufficiently equivalent to all the misery which I had suffered, or could suffer.

As I stepped away from that part of the island, I paused for a moment, feeling amazed. Once I collected my thoughts, I looked up with all the love in my heart, tears streaming down my face, and thanked God for placing me in a part of the world where I was separate from such horrible creatures as these. I realized that even though I considered my current situation quite miserable, I had been given so many comforts that I had far more to be thankful for than to complain about. Above all, I was grateful that, even in this difficult condition, I had been comforted by the knowledge of Him and the hope of His blessings. This happiness was more than enough to outweigh all the suffering I had endured or could still endure.

In this frame of thankfulness I went home to my castle, and began to be much easier now, as to the safety of my circumstances, than ever I was before; for I observed that these wretches never came to this island in search of what they could get; perhaps not seeking, not wanting, or not expecting, anything here; and having often, no doubt, been up in the covered,219 woody part of it, without finding anything to their purpose. I knew I had been here now almost eighteen years, and never saw the least footsteps of human creature there before; and I might be here eighteen more as entirely concealed as I was now, if I did not discover myself to them, which I had no manner of occasion to do; it being my only business to keep myself entirely concealed where I was, unless I found a better sort of creatures than cannibals to make myself known to.

In this moment of gratitude, I returned home to my fortress and felt much more at ease about my situation than I ever had before. I realized that these unfortunate souls never came to this island looking for anything they could take; perhaps they weren't looking, didn’t want, or didn’t expect anything here. They had probably often been in the covered, wooded area without discovering anything useful. I knew I had been on this island for almost eighteen years, and I had never seen any signs of other humans before. I could easily stay here for another eighteen years completely hidden if I didn't reveal myself to them, which I had no reason to do; my main goal was to remain hidden unless I encountered someone better than cannibals to approach.

Yet I entertained such an abhorrence of the savage wretches that I have been speaking of, and of the wretched, inhuman custom of their devouring and eating one another up, that I continued pensive and sad, and kept close within my own circle for almost two years after this. When I say my own circle, I mean by it my three plantations, viz., my castle, my country seat, which I called my bower, and my enclosure in the woods. Nor did I look after this for any other use than as an enclosure for my goats; for the aversion which Nature gave me to these hellish wretches was such, that I was fearful of seeing them as of seeing the devil himself. Nor did I so much as go to look after my boat in all this time, but began rather to think of making me another; for I could not think of ever making any more attempts to bring the other boat round the island to me, lest I should meet with some of these creatures at sea, in which, if I had happened to have fallen into their hands, I knew what would have been my lot.

Yet I had such a strong dislike for those savage people I've been talking about, and for their terrible, inhuman custom of cannibalism, that I remained deep in thought and sad, keeping to myself for almost two years after that. When I say my own circle, I mean my three properties: my castle, my country house, which I called my bower, and my area in the woods. I didn’t take care of this space for any reason other than to keep my goats; my natural aversion to those hellish beings was so strong that I feared seeing them as much as I would fear encountering the devil himself. I didn’t even go check on my boat during this time; instead, I started considering building another one. I could not bear the thought of trying to bring the other boat around the island to me, fearing I might run into some of those creatures at sea, knowing full well what my fate would be if they got hold of me.

Time, however, and the satisfaction I had that I was in no danger of being discovered by these people, began to wear off220 my uneasiness about them; and I began to live just in the same composed manner as before; only with this difference, that I used more caution, and kept my eyes more about me, than I did before, lest I should happen to be seen by any of them; and particularly, I was more cautious of firing my gun, lest any of them being on the island should happen to hear of it. And it was, therefore, a very good providence to me that I had furnished myself with a tame breed of goats, that I needed not hunt any more about the woods, or shoot at them. And if I did catch any of them after this, it was by traps and snares, as I had done before; so that for two years after this I believe I never fired my gun once off, though I never went out without it; and, which was more, as I had saved three pistols out of the ship, I always carried them out with me, or at least two of them, sticking them in my goat-skin belt. Also I furbished up one of the great cutlasses that I had out of the ship, and made me a belt to put it on also; so that I was now a most formidable fellow to look at when I went abroad, if you add to the former description of myself the particular of two pistols, and a great broadsword hanging at my side in a belt, but without a scabbard.

Time, though, and the comfort I felt knowing I was not at risk of being discovered by these people, began to lessen my uneasiness about them; and I started to live just as calmly as before, with the only difference being that I was more careful and paid closer attention to my surroundings, so I wouldn't be spotted by any of them. I was especially careful not to fire my gun, in case any of them on the island might hear it. It was truly fortunate that I had gotten a domesticated breed of goats, which meant I no longer needed to hunt in the woods or shoot at them. If I caught any after that, it was only through traps and snares, as I had done before. So for two years after that, I don’t think I ever fired my gun, even though I always took it with me; in fact, since I had saved three pistols from the ship, I always carried them, or at least two, tucked into my goat-skin belt. I also polished up one of the big cutlasses I had taken from the ship and made a belt to hold it, so now I looked pretty impressive when I went out, especially with the addition of the two pistols and a big broadsword hanging at my side in a belt, but without a scabbard.

Things going on thus, as I have said, for some time, I seemed, excepting these cautions, to be reduced to my former calm, sedate way of living. All these things tended to showing me, more and more, how far my condition was from being miserable, compared to some others; nay, to many other particulars of life, which it might have pleased God to have made my lot. It put me upon reflecting how little repining there221 would be among mankind at any condition of life, if people would rather compare their condition with those that are worse, in order to be thankful, than be always comparing them with those which are better, to assist their murmurings and complainings.

With everything going on as I’ve mentioned, I seemed, aside from these warnings, to have returned to my usual calm and steady way of living. All these things made me increasingly aware of how far from miserable my situation was compared to many others; in fact, to many aspects of life that it could have pleased God to make my circumstance. It led me to think about how little complaining there would be among people in any situation, if they chose to compare their circumstances with those who are worse off instead of always comparing themselves to those who are better off, which only fuels their grievances.

As in my present condition there were not really many things which I wanted, so indeed I thought that the frights I had been in about these savage wretches, and the concern I had been in for my own preservation, had taken off the edge of my invention for my own conveniences. And I had dropped a good design, which I had once bent my thoughts too much upon; and that was, to try if I could not make some of my barley into malt, and then try to brew myself some beer. This was really a whimsical thought, and I reproved myself often for the simplicity of it; for I presently saw there would be the want of several things necessary to the making my beer, that it would be impossible for me to supply. As, first, casks to preserve it in, which was a thing that, as I have observed already, I could never compass; no, though I spent not many days, but weeks, nay, months, in attempting it, but to no purpose. In the next place, I had no hops to make it keep, no yeast to make it work, no copper or kettle to make it boil; and yet all these things notwithstanding, I verily believe, had not these things intervened, I mean the frights and terrors I was in about the savages, I had undertaken it, and perhaps brought it to pass too; for I seldom gave anything over without accomplishing it when I once had it in my head enough to begin it.

As I was in my current situation, there weren't really many things I wanted, so I felt that the fears I had about those savage creatures and my worries for my own safety had dulled my creative thinking for my own needs. I had abandoned a good idea that I had once focused on too much: trying to make some of my barley into malt and then brewing my own beer. It was a pretty whimsical idea, and I often scolded myself for its naivety; I quickly realized that I lacked several essential items needed to make beer, which I couldn't possibly provide. First, there were no barrels to store it in, something I had already noted I could never manage, despite spending not just days, but weeks, even months trying without success. Next, I had no hops to preserve it, no yeast to ferment it, and no pot to boil it in; yet despite all these obstacles, I truly believe that if it weren't for my fears and worries about the savages, I would have pursued the idea and might have succeeded, because I rarely gave up on anything once I had it in my mind to start.

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But my invention now ran quite another way; for, night and day, I could think of nothing but how I might destroy some of these monsters in their cruel, bloody entertainment, and, if possible, save the victim they should bring hither to destroy. It would take up a larger volume than this whole work is intended to be, to set down all the contrivances I hatched, or rather brooded upon, in my thought, for the destroying these creatures, or at least frightening them so as to prevent their coming hither any more. But all was abortive; nothing could be possible to take effect, unless I was to be there to do it myself. And what could one man do among them, when perhaps there might be twenty or thirty of them together, with their darts, or their bows and arrows, which they could shoot as true to a mark as I could with my gun?

But my thinking took a different direction; night and day, I could only focus on how to eliminate some of these monsters in their brutal, bloody games and, if possible, save the victim they were bringing here to kill. It would take a much larger volume than this entire work is meant to be to list all the ideas I came up with, or rather contemplated, for getting rid of these creatures, or at least scaring them away to stop them from coming back. But everything was futile; nothing could actually happen unless I was there to do it myself. And what could one person accomplish among them when there could be twenty or thirty of them together, armed with their darts or bows and arrows, which they could shoot as accurately as I could with my gun?

Sometimes I contrived to dig a hole under the place where they made their fire, and put in five or six pounds of gunpowder, which, when they kindled their fire, would consequently take fire, and blow up all that was near it. But as, in the first place, I should be very loth to waste so much powder upon them, my store being now within the quantity of one barrel, so neither could I be sure of its going off at any certain time, when it might surprise them; and, at best, that it would do little more than just blow the fire about their ears, and frighten them, but not sufficient to make them forsake the place. So I laid it aside, and then proposed that I would place myself in ambush in some convenient place, with my three guns all double-loaded, and, in the middle of their bloody ceremony, let fly at them, when I should be sure to kill or wound perhaps223 two or three at every shot; and then falling in upon them with my three pistols and my sword, I made no doubt but that if there was twenty I should kill them all. This fancy pleased my thoughts for some weeks; and I was so full of it, that I often dreamed of it, and sometimes that I was just going to let fly at them in my sleep.

Sometimes I figured out how to dig a hole under where they made their fire and put in five or six pounds of gunpowder. When they lit their fire, it would explode and blow up everything nearby. But, first of all, I really didn’t want to waste that much powder on them, especially since I only had about one barrel left. I also couldn’t be sure of when it would ignite to catch them by surprise; at best, it would just scatter the fire around and scare them but wouldn’t be enough to make them leave. So I set that idea aside and thought about ambushing them from a good spot with my three guns all double-loaded. In the middle of their violent ritual, I could shoot at them, and I was sure I could kill or wound maybe two or three with each shot. After that, I would charge in with my three pistols and my sword, and I was confident I could take them all down, even if there were twenty. This idea excited me for weeks; I was so into it that I often dreamed about it, and sometimes I even woke up just as I was about to shoot at them.

I went so far with it in my imagination, that I employed myself several days to find out proper places to put myself in ambuscade, as I said, to watch for them; and I went frequently to the place itself, which was now grown more familiar to me; and especially while my mind was thus filled with thoughts of revenge, and of a bloody putting twenty or thirty of them to the sword, as I may call it, the horror I had at the place, and at the signals of the barbarous wretches devouring one another, abated my malice.

I took it so far in my imagination that I spent several days figuring out good spots to hide and watch for them. I often went to the actual place, which had become more familiar to me. Especially while I was consumed with thoughts of revenge and imagining killing twenty or thirty of them, the horror I felt at the scene, and the sight of those brutal wretches devouring each other, lessened my anger.

Well, at length I found a place in the side of the hill, where I was satisfied I might securely wait till I saw any of their boats coming; and might then, even before they would be ready to come on shore, convey myself, unseen, into thickets of trees, in one of which there was a hollow large enough to conceal me entirely; and where I might sit and observe all their bloody doings, and take my full aim at their heads, when they were so close together, as that it would be next to impossible that I should miss my shot, or that I could fail wounding three or four of them at the first shot.

Well, eventually I found a spot in the hillside where I was sure I could safely wait until I saw any of their boats coming. I could then slip away, unnoticed, into the thickets of trees, where there was a hollow big enough to hide me completely. From there, I could sit and watch all their violent activities, taking careful aim at their heads when they were close enough together that it would be nearly impossible for me to miss or not wound three or four of them with my first shot.

In this place, then, I resolved to fix my design; and, accordingly, I prepared two muskets and my ordinary fowling-piece. The two muskets I loaded with a brace of slugs each,224 and four or five smaller bullets, about the size of pistol-bullets; and the fowling-piece I loaded with near a handful of swanshot, of the largest size. I also loaded my pistols with about four bullets each; and in this posture, well provided with ammunition for a second and third charge, I prepared myself for my expedition.

In this spot, I decided to set my plan in motion; so, I got two muskets and my regular shotgun ready. I loaded the two muskets with a couple of slugs each and four or five smaller bullets, about the size of pistol bullets; and I filled the shotgun with nearly a handful of the largest birdshot. I also loaded my pistols with around four bullets each; and in this state, well-stocked with ammo for a second and third round, I got ready for my adventure.

After I had thus laid the scheme of my design, and in my imagination put it in practice, I continually made my tour every morning up to the top of the hill, which was from my castle, as I called it, about three miles, or more, to see if I could observe any boats upon the sea coming near the island, or standing over towards it. But I began to tire of this hard duty, after I had, for two or three months, constantly kept my watch, but came always back without any discovery; there having not, in all that time, been the least appearance, not only on or near the shore, but not on the whole ocean so far as my eyes or glasses could reach every way.

After I mapped out my plan and imagined putting it into action, I made it a habit every morning to hike up to the top of the hill, which was about three miles from my castle, to see if I could spot any boats approaching the island or heading toward it. However, I started to get bored with this demanding task after keeping watch for two or three months and returning each time without any findings; there hadn't been even the slightest sign, not just on or near the shore, but across the entire ocean as far as I could see in any direction with my eyes or binoculars.

As long as I kept up my daily tour to the hill to look out, so long also I kept up the vigor of my design, and my spirits seemed to be all the while in a suitable form for so outrageous an execution as the killing twenty or thirty naked savages for an offence which I had not at all entered into a discussion of in my thoughts, any farther than my passions were at first fired by the horror I conceived at the unnatural custom of that people of the country; who, it seems, had been suffered by Providence, in His wise disposition of the world, to have no other guide than that of their own abominable and vitiated passions; and consequently were left, and perhaps had been so225 for some ages, to act such horrid things, and receive such dreadful customs, as nothing but nature entirely abandoned of Heaven, and acted by some hellish degeneracy, could have run them into. But now when, as I have said, I began to be weary of the fruitless excursion which I had made so long and so far every morning in vain, so my opinion of the action itself began to alter; and I began, with cooler and calmer thoughts, to consider what it was I was going to engage in.

As long as I made my daily trip to the hill to look out, I also maintained the energy for my plan, and my spirits seemed to stay in a proper state for such a shocking act as killing twenty or thirty naked savages for an offense I hadn’t really thought through, beyond the anger sparked by the horror I felt at that community's unnatural customs. They had, it seemed, been allowed by Providence, in His wise arrangement of the world, to follow no guide other than their own twisted and corrupted desires; as a result, they had been left, perhaps for ages, to commit such terrible acts and adopt such dreadful customs that nothing but a complete abandonment of Heaven and some hellish degeneration could lead them to. But now, as I mentioned, when I started to grow tired of the pointless journey I had taken every morning for so long, my view of the action itself began to change; I started to think more calmly and clearly about what I was about to do.

What authority or call I had to pretend to be judge and executioner upon these men as criminals, whom Heaven had thought fit, for so many ages, to suffer, unpunished, to go on, and to be, as it were, the executioners of His judgments one upon another? How far these people were offenders against me, and what right I had to engage in the quarrel of that blood which they shed promiscuously one upon another? I debated this very often with myself, thus: How do I know what God Himself judges in this particular case? It is certain these people either do not commit this as a crime; it is not against their own consciences’ reproving, or their light reproaching them. They do not know it to be an offense, and then commit it in defiance of Divine justice, as we do in almost all the sins we commit. They think it no more a crime to kill a captive taken in war, than we do to kill an ox; nor to eat human flesh, than we do to eat mutton.

What right did I have to act as judge and executioner over these men, labeling them as criminals, when Heaven allowed them to go on for so long, unpunished, essentially carrying out its judgments on each other? How were these people offenders against me, and what claim did I have to involve myself in the dispute over the blood they shed indiscriminately? I often questioned myself: How can I know what God thinks about this situation? It’s clear that these people either don’t see this as a crime; their consciences aren’t bothering them about it. They don’t recognize it as wrong and don’t commit it in defiance of Divine justice, like we do with most of the sins we commit. They don’t consider killing a captive taken in war any different than we consider killing an ox; nor do they see eating human flesh as any more wrong than we see eating mutton.

When I had considered this a little, it followed necessarily that I was certainly in the wrong in it; that these people were not murderers in the sense that I had before condemned them in my thoughts, any more than those Christians were murderers226 who often put to death the prisoners taken in battle; or more frequently, upon many occasions, put whole troops of men to the sword, without giving quarter, though they threw down their arms and submitted.

When I thought about this for a bit, it became clear that I was definitely wrong; these people weren't murderers in the way I had previously judged them, just like those Christians weren't murderers who often executed prisoners captured in battle; or, more often, killed entire groups of men without mercy, even when they laid down their weapons and surrendered.226

In the next place it occurred to me, that albeit the usage they thus gave one another was thus brutish and inhuman, yet it was really nothing to me; these people had done me no injury. That if they attempted me, or I saw it necessary for my immediate preservation to fall upon them, something might be said for it; but that as I was yet out of their power, and they had really no knowledge of me, and consequently no design upon me, and therefore it could not be just for me to fall upon them. That this would justify the conduct of the Spaniards in all their barbarities practised in America, and where they destroyed millions of these people; who, however they were idolaters and barbarians, and had several bloody and barbarous rites in their customs, such as sacrificing human bodies to their idols, were yet, as to the Spaniards, very innocent people; and that the rooting them out of the country is spoken of with the utmost abhorrence and detestation by even the Spaniards themselves at this time, and by all other Christian nations of Europe, as a mere butchery, a bloody and unnatural piece of cruelty, unjustifiable either to God or man; and such, as for which the very name of a Spaniard is reckoned to be frightful and terrible to all people of humanity, or of Christian compassion; as if the kingdom of Spain were particularly eminent for the product of a race of men who were without principles of tenderness, or the common bowels of227 pity to the miserable, which is reckoned to be a mark of generous temper in the mind.

Next, it struck me that although the way these people treated each other was brutal and inhumane, it didn't really affect me; they hadn't harmed me. If they threatened me, or if I felt it was necessary to defend myself, there might be a reason to act against them. But since I was out of their reach, and they had no knowledge of me or any intention to harm me, it wouldn’t be right for me to attack them. This reasoning could also justify the actions of the Spaniards in their atrocities committed in America, where millions of these people were killed. Even though they practiced idolatry and had various bloody customs, like sacrificing humans to their idols, they were still innocent in the eyes of the Spaniards. The eradication of these people from the land is viewed with the utmost horror and disgust, even by the Spaniards today and by all other Christian nations in Europe, as sheer slaughter—a brutal and unnatural act of cruelty that cannot be justified by God or man. This has made the name of a Spaniard terrifying to all people with compassion or humanity, as if Spain were known for producing a group of people devoid of tenderness or empathy for the suffering, which is considered a sign of a noble character.

These considerations really put me to a pause, and to a kind of a full stop; and I began, by little and little, to be off of my design, and to conclude I had taken wrong measures in my resolutions to attack the savages; that it was not my business to meddle with them, unless they first attacked me; and this it was my business, if possible, to prevent; but that if I were discovered and attacked, then I knew my duty.

These thoughts really made me stop and think, and I started to slowly back away from my plan. I began to realize that I had made a mistake in deciding to confront the savages; it wasn’t my place to get involved with them unless they came after me first. My goal should be to prevent that if I could, but if I was found and attacked, I knew what I had to do.

On the other hand, I argued with myself that this really was the way not to deliver myself, but entirely to ruin and destroy myself; for unless I was sure to kill every one that not only should be on shore at that time, but that should ever come on shore afterwards, if but one of them escaped to tell their country people what had happened, they would come over again by thousands to revenge the death of their fellows, and I should only bring upon myself a certain destruction, which, at present, I had no manner of occasion for.

On the other hand, I told myself that this was really a way not to save myself but to completely ruin and destroy myself; because unless I was sure to kill everyone who was on shore at that time and everyone who would ever come ashore later, if just one of them got away to tell their people what had happened, they would come back in droves to avenge the deaths of their comrades, and I would only bring certain destruction upon myself, which I had no reason to seek at that moment.

Upon the whole, I concluded that neither in principles nor in policy I ought, one way or other, to concern myself in this affair. That my business was, by all possible means, to conceal myself from them, and not to leave the least signal to them to guess by that there were any living creatures upon the island; I mean of human shape.

Overall, I decided that I shouldn't get involved in this matter, either in terms of principles or policy. My goal was, by any means possible, to keep myself hidden from them and to leave no hint behind that there were any living beings on the island; I'm referring specifically to humans.

Religion joined in with this prudential, and I was convinced now, many ways, that I was perfectly out of my duty when I was laying all my bloody schemes for the destruction of innocent creatures; I mean innocent as to me. As to the crimes228 they were guilty of towards one another, I had nothing to do with them. They were national, and I ought to leave them to the justice of God, who is the Governor of nations, and knows how, by national punishments, to make a just retribution for national offenses, and to bring public judgments upon those who offend in a public manner by such ways as best pleases Him.

Religion joined in with this caution, and I was now convinced in many ways that I was completely neglecting my duty when I was plotting all my ruthless schemes for the destruction of innocent beings; I mean innocent in relation to me. Regarding the crimes they committed against each other, that wasn’t my concern. Those were national issues, and I should leave them to God's justice, who governs nations and knows how, through national punishments, to execute fair retribution for national offenses and to bring public judgments upon those who offend publicly in ways that best please Him.

This appeared so clear to me now, that nothing was a greater satisfaction to me than that I had not been suffered to do a thing which I now saw so much reason to believe would have been no less a sin than that of wilful murder, if I had committed it. And I gave most humble thanks on my knees to God, that had thus delivered me from blood-guiltiness; beseeching Him to grant me the protection of His providence, that I might not fall into the hands of the barbarians, or that I might not lay my hands upon them, unless I had a more clear call from Heaven to do it, in defense of my own life.

This is so clear to me now that nothing gives me greater satisfaction than realizing I wasn't allowed to do something that I now truly believe would have been just as much a sin as willful murder, had I gone through with it. I knelt down and gave humble thanks to God for delivering me from the guilt of bloodshed; I asked Him to protect me, so I wouldn't fall into the hands of the barbarians, nor would I harm them unless I received a clearer call from Heaven to do so, in defense of my own life.


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In this disposition I continued for near a year after this; and so far was I from desiring an occasion for falling upon these wretches, that in all that time I never once went up the hill to see whether there were any of them in sight, or to know whether any of them had been on shore there or not, that I might not be tempted to renew any of my contrivances against them, or be provoked, by any advantage which might present itself, to fall upon them. Only this I did, I went and removed my boat, which I had on the other side the island, and carried it down to the east end of the whole island, where I ran it into a little cove, which I found under some high rocks, and where I knew, by reason of the currents, the savages durst not, at least would not come, with their boats, upon any account whatsoever.

In this state, I stayed for nearly a year after that; and I was so far from wanting a reason to attack these wretches that during that entire time, I never once went up the hill to check if any of them were in sight or to see if they had come ashore, to avoid being tempted to plot against them again or to be provoked by any opportunity that might come up to go after them. The only thing I did was to move my boat, which I had on the other side of the island, and took it to the east end of the island, where I put it in a small cove I found under some high rocks, knowing that because of the currents, the savages wouldn't dare, at least wouldn't want to come there with their boats for any reason at all.

With my boat I carried away everything that I had left there belonging to her, though not necessary for the bare going thither, viz., a mast and sail which I had made for her, and a thing like an anchor, but indeed which could not be called either anchor or grappling; however, it was the best I could make of its kind. All these I removed, that there might not be the least shadow of any discovery, or any appearance230 of any boat, or of any human habitation, upon the island.

With my boat, I took everything I had left there that belonged to her, though it wasn't necessary for simply getting there, like a mast and sail I had made for her, and something that resembled an anchor, but it really couldn't be called either an anchor or grappling. Still, it was the best I could create of its kind. I removed all of these items to ensure there wouldn’t be any sign of discovery or any appearance230 of a boat or any human settlement on the island.

Besides this, I kept myself, as I said, more retired than ever, and seldom went from my cell, other than upon my constant employment, viz., to milk my she-goats, and manage my little flock in the wood, which, as it was quite on the other part of the island, was quite out of danger; for certain it is, that these savage people, who sometimes haunted this island, never came with any thoughts of finding anything here, and consequently never wandered off from the coast; and I doubt not but they might have been several times on shore after my apprehensions of them had made me cautious, as well as before; and indeed, I looked back with some horror upon the thoughts of what my condition would have been if I had chopped upon them and been discovered before that, when, naked and unarmed, except with one gun, and that loaded often only with small shot, I walked everywhere, peeping and peeping about the island to see what I could get. What a surprise should I have been in if, when I discovered the print of a man’s foot, I had, instead of that, seen fifteen or twenty savages, and found them pursuing me, and by the swiftness of their running, no possibility of my escaping them!

Besides this, I kept to myself, as I said, more than ever, and rarely left my space, except for my daily tasks, which included milking my goats and taking care of my little flock in the woods. Since that area was on the opposite side of the island, it was pretty safe; after all, those wild people who sometimes showed up on the island never came looking for anything here and usually stuck to the coast. I’m sure they might have been ashore several times after my fears made me more cautious, just like before. Honestly, I looked back with some dread at what my situation would have been if I had encountered them and been discovered when I was vulnerable, completely exposed and armed only with a single gun, often loaded only with small shot, as I roamed around the island, peeking and looking for anything I could find. What a shock it would have been if, instead of discovering a man’s footprint, I had seen fifteen or twenty of those savages chasing after me, with no chance of escaping because of their speed!

The thoughts of this sometimes sunk my very soul within me, and distressed my mind so much, that I could not soon recover it, to think what I should have done, and how I not only should not have been able to resist them, but even should not have had presence of mind enough to do what I might have done, much less what now, after so much consideration and preparation, I might be able to do. Indeed, after serious231 thinking of these things, I should be very melancholy, and sometimes it would last a great while; but I resolved it, at last, all into thankfulness to that Providence which had delivered me from so many unseen dangers, and had kept me from those mischiefs which I could no way have been the agent in delivering myself from, because I had not the least notion of any such thing depending, or the least supposition of it being possible.

The weight of these thoughts sometimes overwhelmed me, deeply affecting my spirit and causing such distress that I struggled to regain my composure. I couldn't even consider what I might have done, knowing I would have been unable to resist those thoughts and wouldn’t have had the clarity of mind to act on any options I might have had, especially now, after reflection and preparation. In fact, thinking deeply about these matters often left me feeling quite sad for an extended period; however, I eventually decided to transform that sorrow into gratitude for the higher power that had saved me from numerous hidden dangers and kept me safe from troubles I had no way of avoiding, as I wasn't even aware that such threats existed or that they were possible.

This renewed a contemplation which often had come to my thoughts in former time, when first I began to see the merciful dispositions of Heaven, in the dangers we run through in this life. How wonderfully we are delivered when we know nothing of it. How, when we are in a quandary, as we call it, a doubt or hesitation, whether to go this way, or that way, a secret hint shall direct us this way, when we intended to go that way; nay, when sense, our own inclination, and perhaps business, has called to go the other way, yet a strange impression upon the mind, from we know not what springs, and by we know not what power, shall overrule us to go this way; and it shall afterwards appear, that had we gone that way which we should have gone, and even to our imagination ought to have gone, we should have been ruined and lost. Upon these and many like reflections I afterwards made it a certain rule with me, that whenever I found those secret hints or pressings of my mind to doing, or not doing, anything that presented, or to going this way or that way, I never failed to obey the secret dictate, though I knew no other reason for it than that such a pressure, or such a hint, hung upon my mind. I could232 give many examples of the success of this conduct in the course of my life, but more especially in the latter part of my inhabiting this unhappy island; besides many occasions which it is very likely I might have taken notice of, if I had seen with the same eyes then that I saw with now. But ’tis never too late to be wise; and I cannot but advise all considering men, whose lives are attended with such extraordinary incidents as mine, or even though not so extraordinary, not to slight such secret intimations of Providence, let them come from what invisible intelligence they will. That I shall not discuss, and perhaps cannot account for; but certainly they are a proof of the converse of spirits, and the secret communication between those embodied and those unembodied, and such a proof as can never be withstood, of which I shall have occasion to give some very remarkable instances in the remainder of my solitary residence in this dismal place.

This brought back thoughts I often had in the past when I first started to see the merciful ways of Heaven in the dangers we face in life. It's amazing how we are delivered when we don’t even realize it. When we’re in a predicament, a doubt about whether to go one way or another, a subtle nudge can guide us in one direction when we intended to go the other. Even when our senses, our own desires, or our responsibilities pull us in the opposite direction, a strange feeling can make us choose one path over another, from sources we don’t understand and through powers we can't explain. Later, it becomes clear that if we had gone the way we thought we should have, we would have ended up ruined. Because of these reflections, I made it a rule to always follow those quiet nudges or urges to do or not do anything that came up, or to take this path or that. I always obeyed that inner guide, even if I had no other reason for it than that feeling resting on my mind. I could share many examples of how this approach helped me in my life, especially during my time on this unfortunate island. There are many situations I might have noticed if I had seen things with the perspective I have now. But it’s never too late to be wise, and I can't help but advise anyone whose lives are filled with unusual events, like mine or even if they aren't so unusual, not to ignore those subtle hints from Providence, no matter where they come from. I won’t debate that, and maybe I can’t explain it, but they surely prove that there is a connection between the spirits and a hidden communication between those who are living and those who are not. This is a proof that cannot be denied, and I will share some very remarkable examples of this during my time alone in this gloomy place.

I believe the reader of this will not think strange if I confess that these anxieties, these constant dangers I lived in, and the concern that was now upon me, put an end to all invention, and to all the contrivances that I had laid for my future accommodations and conveniences. I had the care of my safety more now upon my hands than that of my food. I cared not to drive a nail, or chop a stick of wood now, for fear the noise I should make should be heard; much less would I fire a gun, for the same reason; and, above all, I was intolerably uneasy at making any fire, lest the smoke, which is visible at a great distance in the day, should betray me; and for this reason I removed that part of my business which required fire, such as233 burning of pots and pipes, etc., into my new apartment in the woods; where, after I had been some time, I found, to my unspeakable consolation, a mere natural cave in the earth, which went in a vast way, and where, I dare say, no savage, had he been at the mouth of it, would be so hardy as to venture in; nor, indeed, would any man else, but one who, like me, wanted nothing so much as a safe retreat.

I think the reader won't find it odd if I admit that these anxieties, the constant dangers I faced, and the worry weighing on me completely shut down my ability to come up with new ideas and all the plans I had for my future comfort. I was more concerned about my safety than about finding food. I didn’t even want to hammer a nail or chop a piece of wood for fear the noise would be heard; I definitely wouldn’t fire a gun for the same reason. Above all, I was incredibly anxious about making any fire since the smoke, visible from far away during the day, could give me away. Because of this, I moved tasks that required fire, like burning pots and pipes, into my new place in the woods. After spending some time there, I discovered, to my immense relief, a natural cave in the ground that extended far inside. I’m sure no savage would be brave enough to enter it if they stood at its entrance; in fact, no one else would either, except for someone like me who was desperately looking for a safe hideaway.

The mouth of this hollow was at the bottom of a great rock, where, by mere accident I would say (if I did not see abundant reason to ascribe all such things now to Providence), I was cutting down some thick branches of trees to make charcoal; and before I go on, I must observe the reason of my making this charcoal, which was thus.

The entrance to this hollow was at the base of a huge rock, where, purely by chance I might say (if I didn’t see plenty of reasons to attribute all such things to Providence now), I was chopping down some thick tree branches to make charcoal; and before I continue, I need to explain why I was making this charcoal, which was like this.

I was afraid of making a smoke about my habitation, as I said before; and yet I could not live there without baking my bread, cooking my meat, etc. So I contrived to burn some wood here, as I had seen done in England under turf, till it became chark, or dry coal; and then putting the fire out, I preserved the coal to carry home, and perform the other services which fire was wanting for at home, without danger of smoke.

I was worried about creating smoke around my home, as I mentioned before; but I couldn't live there without baking my bread, cooking my meat, and so on. So, I figured out how to burn some wood here, like I’d seen done in England under turf, until it turned into char or dry coal. Then, after putting out the fire, I saved the coal to take back, allowing me to do other things that needed fire at home without the risk of smoke.

But this is by the bye. While I was cutting down some wood here, I perceived that behind a very thick branch of low brushwood, or underwood, there was a kind of hollow place. I was curious to look into it; and getting with difficulty into the mouth of it, I found it was pretty large; that is to say, sufficient for me to stand upright in it, and perhaps another with me. But I must confess to you I made more haste out than I did in when, looking farther into the place, and which was234 perfectly dark, I saw two broad shining eyes of some creature, whether devil or man I knew not, which twinkled like two stars, the dim light from the cave’s mouth shining directly in, and making the reflection.

But that’s beside the point. While I was chopping some wood here, I noticed that behind a very thick branch of low brush, there was a sort of hollow space. I was curious to check it out, and after some effort, I managed to get to its entrance. I found it was quite spacious; in other words, big enough for me to stand up straight in, and maybe another person could fit too. However, I have to admit I hurried out quicker than I went in when I looked deeper into the space, which was completely dark, and saw two wide, glowing eyes of some creature—whether it was a devil or a human, I couldn’t tell—which sparkled like two stars, illuminated by the faint light coming from the cave’s entrance that created the reflection.

However, after some pause I recovered myself, and began to call myself a thousand fools, and tell myself that he that was afraid to see the devil was not fit to live twenty years on an island all alone, and that I durst to believe there was nothing in this cave that was more frightful than myself. Upon this, plucking up my courage, I took up a great firebrand, and in I rushed again, with the stick flaming in my hand. I had not gone three steps in, but I was almost as much frightened as I was before; for I heard a very loud sigh, like that of a man in some pain, and it was followed by a broken noise, as if of words half expressed, and then a deep sigh again. I stepped back, and was indeed struck with such a surprise, that it put me into a cold sweat; and if I had had a hat on my head, I will not answer for it, that my hair might not have lifted it off. But still plucking up my spirits as well as I could, and encouraging myself a little with considering that the power and presence of God was everywhere, and was able to protect me, upon this I stepped forward again, and by the light of the firebrand, holding it up a little over my head, I saw lying on the ground a most monstrous, frightful, old he-goat, just making his will, as we say, and gasping for life; and dying, indeed, of mere old age.

However, after a moment, I composed myself and started calling myself a thousand fools, reminding myself that anyone afraid to face the devil wasn’t fit to spend twenty years alone on an island, and that I dared to believe there was nothing in this cave more terrifying than myself. With that thought, I worked up my courage, grabbed a large burning branch, and charged back inside with the flaming stick in my hand. I hadn’t taken three steps in when I was nearly as scared as before; I heard a loud sigh, like a man in pain, followed by a broken sound, as if words were half spoken, and then another deep sigh. I stepped back, completely taken aback, causing me to break out in a cold sweat; if I had been wearing a hat, I wouldn't be surprised if my hair had lifted it off. But still trying to gather my courage and reminding myself that the power and presence of God were everywhere and could protect me, I stepped forward again, and by the light of the firebrand, holding it up a bit above my head, I saw lying on the ground a most monstrous, frightening old he-goat, just on the verge of dying, gasping for life, and really just passing away from old age.

I stirred him a little to see if I could get him out, and he essayed to get up, but was not able to raise himself; and I235 thought with myself he might even lie there; for if he had frightened me so, he would certainly frighten any of the savages, if any of them should be so hardy as to come in there while he had any life in him.

I nudged him a bit to see if I could get him up, and he tried to stand, but he couldn't lift himself. I thought to myself that he might just stay there; if he had scared me so much, he would definitely scare any of the savages, if any of them were brave enough to come in while he was still alive.

I was now recovered from my surprise, and began to look around me, when I found the cave was but very small; that is to say, it might be about twelve feet over, but in no manner of shape, either round or square, no hands having ever been employed in making it but those of mere Nature. I observed also that there was a place at the farther side of it that went in farther, but was so low, that it required me to creep upon my hands and knees to go into it, and whither I went I knew not; so having no candle, I gave it over for some time, but resolved to come again the next day, provided with candles and a tinderbox, which I had made of the lock of one of the muskets, with some wild-fire in the pan.

I had recovered from my shock and started to look around when I realized the cave was actually quite small; it was about twelve feet across but in no specific shape, neither round nor square, as it was shaped solely by nature. I also noticed a spot on the far side that extended deeper into the cave, but it was so low that I had to crawl on my hands and knees to get into it, and I had no idea where it led. Since I didn't have a candle, I decided to give up for the time being but planned to return the next day with candles and a tinderbox that I had made from the lock of one of the muskets, using some wild-fire in the pan.

Accordingly, the next day I came provided with six large candles of my own making, for I made very good candles now of goat’s tallow; and going into this low place, I was obliged to creep upon all fours, as I have said, almost ten yards; which, by the way, I thought was a venture bold enough, considering that I knew not how far it might go, nor what was beyond it. When I was got through the strait, I found the roof rose higher up, I believe near twenty feet. But never was such a glorious sight seen in the island, I dare say, as it was, to look round the sides and roof of this vault or cave; the walls reflected a hundred thousand lights to me from my two candles. What it was in the rock, whether diamonds,236 or any other precious stones, or gold, which I rather supposed it to be, I knew not.

The next day, I came prepared with six large candles I had made myself, as I was now skilled at making good candles from goat's tallow. When I entered this low area, I had to crawl on all fours for almost ten yards, which I thought was quite an adventure since I had no idea how far it extended or what lay beyond it. Once I got through the narrow passage, I found that the ceiling rose nearly twenty feet high. But I had never seen such a magnificent sight on the island; the view of the walls and the ceiling of this vault or cave was stunning. The walls reflected countless lights from my two candles. I couldn’t tell if what was in the rock was diamonds, other precious stones, or gold, which I suspected it might be.

The place I was in was a most delightful cavity or grotto of its kind, as could be expected, though perfectly dark. The floor was dry and level, and had a sort of small loose gravel upon it, so that there was no nauseous or venomous creature to be seen; neither was there any damp or wet on the sides or roof. The only difficulty in it was the entrance, which, however, as it was a place of security, and such a retreat as I wanted, I thought that was a convenience; so that I was really rejoiced at the discovery, and resolved, without any delay, to bring some of those things which I was most anxious about to this place; particularly, I resolved to bring hither my magazine of powder, and all my spare arms, viz., two fowling-pieces, for I had three in all, and three muskets, for of them I had eight in all. So I kept at my castle only five, which stood ready-mounted, like pieces of cannon, on my outmost fence; and were ready also to take out upon any expedition.

The place I found was a really nice cave or grotto, just as I expected, even though it was completely dark. The floor was dry and flat with a bit of loose gravel, so there were no nasty or dangerous creatures around; the walls and ceiling were also dry. The only issue was the entrance, but since it was a safe spot and the kind of retreat I needed, I saw that as a plus. I was genuinely happy with my discovery and decided right away to bring some of the things I was most concerned about to this place; in particular, I planned to bring my stockpile of gunpowder and all my extra weapons—specifically, two shotguns, since I had three total, and three muskets, since I had eight in total. So, I kept five at my castle, which were set up like cannons on my outer fence and ready to be taken out on any mission.

Upon this occasion of removing my ammunition, I took occasion to open the barrel of powder, which I took up out of the sea, and which had been wet; and I found that the water had penetrated about three or four inches into the powder on every side, which caking, and growing hard, had preserved the inside like a kernel in a shell; so that I had near sixty pounds of very good powder in the centre of the cask. And this was an agreeable discovery to me at that time; so I carried all away thither, never keeping above two or three pounds of powder with me in my castle, for fear of a surprise of any kind.237 I also carried thither all the lead I had left for bullets.

When I was taking my ammunition out, I decided to open the barrel of powder that I had retrieved from the sea, which had gotten wet. I discovered that the water had soaked in about three or four inches all around the powder, causing it to cake and harden, which kept the inside intact like a kernel in a shell. This meant I had nearly sixty pounds of really good powder in the center of the cask. It was a pleasant surprise for me at that moment, so I took everything back there, only keeping two or three pounds of powder with me in my castle to avoid any unexpected situations.237 I also took all the lead I had left for bullets.

I fancied myself now like one of the ancient giants, which were said to live in caves and holes in the rocks, where none could come at them; for I persuaded myself, while I was here, if five hundred savages were to hunt me, they could never find me out; or, if they did, they would not venture to attack me here.

I imagined myself like one of those ancient giants, who supposedly lived in caves and rocky crevices, where no one could reach them; because I convinced myself that while I was here, even if five hundred savages came looking for me, they would never be able to find me. And if they did, they wouldn't dare to confront me here.

The old goat, whom I found expiring, died in the mouth of the cave the next day after I made this discovery; and I found it much easier to dig a great hole there, and throw him in and cover him with earth, than to drag him out; so I interred him there, to prevent offense to my nose.

The old goat I found dying passed away in the cave the next day after my discovery; it was much easier to dig a big hole there, throw him in, and cover him with dirt than to drag him out. So, I buried him there to avoid any bad smells.

I was now in my twenty-third year of residence in this island; and was so naturalized to the place, and to the manner of living, that could I have but enjoyed the certainty that no savages would come to the place to disturb me, I could have been content to have capitulated for spending the rest of my time there, even to the last moment, till I laid me down and died, like the old goat in the cave. I had also arrived to some little diversions and amusements, which made the time pass more pleasantly with me a great deal than it did before. As, first, I had taught my Poll, as I noted before, to speak; and he did it so familiarly, and talked so articulately and plain, that it was very pleasant to me; and he lived with me no less than six and twenty years. How long he might live afterwards I know not, though I know they have a notion in the Brazils that they live a hundred years. Perhaps poor Poll may be alive there still, calling after poor Robin Crusoe to this238 day. I wish no Englishman the ill luck to come there and hear him; but if he did, he would certainly believe it was the devil. My dog was a very pleasant and loving companion to me for no less than sixteen years of my time, and then died of mere old age. As for my cats, they multiplied, as I have observed, to that degree, that I was obliged to shoot several of them at first to keep them from devouring me and all I had; but at length, when the two old ones I brought with me were gone, and after some time continually driving them from me, and letting them have no provision with me, they all ran wild into the woods, except two or three favorites, which I kept tame, and whose young, when they had any, I always drowned; and these were part of my family. Besides these, I always kept two or three household kids about me, which I taught to feed out of my hand. And I had two more parrots, which talked pretty well, and would all call “Robin Crusoe,” but none like my first; nor, indeed, did I take the pains with any of them that I had done with him. I had also several tame sea-fowls, whose names I know not, which I caught upon the shore, and cut their wings; and the little stakes which I had planted before my castle wall being now grown up to a good thick groove, these fowls all lived among these low trees, and bred there, which was very agreeable to me; so that, as I said above, I began to be very well contented with the life I led, if it might but have been secured from the dread of the savages.

I had now lived on this island for twenty-three years, and I was so used to the place and the way of life that if I could just be sure that no savages would come and disturb me, I would have been happy to spend the rest of my days there, right up until the moment I died, like the old goat in the cave. I had also found some small diversions and amusements that made the time pass much more pleasantly for me than before. For example, I had taught my parrot, as I mentioned earlier, to speak; he did it so naturally and articulated so clearly that it was very enjoyable for me. He lived with me for no less than twenty-six years. I don’t know how long he lived after that, though I’ve heard that in Brazil, they believe parrots can live for a hundred years. Maybe poor Poll is still out there, calling for poor Robin Crusoe to this day. I wouldn’t wish any Englishman the bad luck of going there and hearing him; but if he did, he’d probably think it was the devil. My dog was a wonderful and loving companion for at least sixteen years, and then he died of old age. As for my cats, they multiplied so much, as I’ve noted, that I had to shoot several of them at first to keep them from eating me out of house and home. Eventually, when the two older ones I brought with me were gone, and after constantly driving them away and not feeding them, they all ran wild into the woods, except for a couple of favorites that I kept tame and whose kittens, whenever they had any, I always drowned; these were part of my family. Besides those, I always had a couple of goats around, which I taught to eat out of my hand. I also had two more parrots that talked pretty well and would all call out “Robin Crusoe,” but none as well as my first one; and honestly, I didn’t put in the same effort with any of them as I did with him. I also had several tame seabirds, whose names I didn’t know, that I caught on the shore and clipped their wings. The little stakes I had planted in front of my castle wall had grown into a good thick grove, and these birds lived among the low trees and bred there, which was quite pleasing to me; so, as I mentioned earlier, I began to feel quite content with the life I was leading, if only it could be free from the fear of savages.

But it was otherwise directed; and it may not be amiss for all people who shall meet with my story, to make this just observation239 from it, viz., how frequently, in the course of our lives, the evil which in itself we seek most to shun, and which, when we are fallen into it, is the most dreadful to us, is oftentimes the very means or door of our deliverance, by which alone we can be raised again from the affliction we are fallen into. I could give many examples of this in the course of my unaccountable life; but in nothing was it more particularly remarkable, than in the circumstances of my last years of solitary residence in this island.

But things took a different turn; and it might be worth noting for everyone who comes across my story, to make this observation239: how often, throughout our lives, the very thing we try hardest to avoid, and which feels most terrifying when we find ourselves in it, can actually be the means or gateway to our escape, the only way we can rise up from the struggles we've faced. I could share many examples of this from my strange life; but it was especially evident in the circumstances of my last years living alone on this island.


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It was now the month of December, as I said above, in my twenty-third year; and this, being the southern solstice (for winter I cannot call it), was the particular time of my harvest, and required my being pretty much abroad in the fields; when, going out pretty early in the morning, even before it was thorough daylight, I was surprised with seeing a light of some fire upon the shore, at a distance from me of about two miles, towards the end of the island, where I had observed some savages had been, as before. But not on the other side; but, to my great affliction, it was on my side of the island.

It was now December, as I mentioned earlier, in my twenty-third year; and this, being the southern solstice (though I can’t really call it winter), was the time for my harvest, which meant I had to spend a lot of time in the fields. One morning, going out early before it was fully light, I was surprised to see a light from a fire on the shore, about two miles away, towards the end of the island. I had noticed some savages there before, but not on the other side. Unfortunately, to my great distress, it was on my side of the island.

I was indeed terribly surprised at the sight, and stopped short within my grove, not daring to go out, lest I might be surprised; and yet I had no more peace within, from the apprehensions I had that if these savages, in rambling over the island, should find my corn standing or cut, or any of my works and improvements, they would immediately conclude that there were people in the place, and would then never give over till they had found me out. In this extremity I went back directly to my castle, pulled up the ladder after me, and made all things without look as wild and natural as I could.

I was genuinely shocked by what I saw and froze in my grove, too afraid to step outside in case I was caught. But I had no peace inside either, worrying that if those savages wandered around the island and found my corn still standing or any of my work and improvements, they would immediately think there were people here and wouldn't stop until they found me. In that moment of panic, I hurried back to my castle, pulled up the ladder behind me, and tried to make everything outside look as wild and natural as possible.

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Then I prepared myself within, putting myself in a posture of defense. I loaded all my cannon, as I called them, that is to say, my muskets, which were mounted upon my new fortification, and all my pistols, and resolved to defend myself to the last gasp; not forgetting seriously to commend myself to the Divine protection, and earnestly to pray to God to deliver me out of the hands of the barbarians. And in this posture I continued about two hours; but began to be mighty impatient for intelligence abroad, for I had no spies to send out.

Then I got myself ready, putting myself in a defensive position. I loaded all my weapons, which I referred to as my cannons—specifically, my muskets set up on my new fortification—and all my pistols, and I decided to defend myself to the very end; not forgetting to sincerely ask for Divine protection and to earnestly pray to God to rescue me from the barbarians. I stayed in this position for about two hours, but I started to feel really impatient for news from outside since I had no spies to send out.

After sitting a while longer, and musing what I should do in this case, I was not able to bear sitting in ignorance any longer; so setting up my ladder to the side of the hill where there was a flat place, as I observed before, and then pulling the ladder up after me, I set it up again, and mounted to the top of the hill; and pulling out my perspective-glass, which I had taken on purpose, I laid me down flat on my belly on the ground, and began to look for the place. I presently found there was no less than nine naked savages sitting round a small fire they had made, not to warm them, for they had no need of that, the weather being extreme hot, but, as I supposed, to dress some of their barbarous diet of human flesh which they had brought with them, whether alive or dead, I could not know.

After sitting for a while longer and thinking about what to do in this situation, I couldn’t stand being in the dark anymore. So, I propped my ladder against the hill where I had noticed a flat spot before, pulled the ladder up after me, set it up again, and climbed to the top of the hill. Taking out my telescope, which I had brought for this purpose, I lay flat on my stomach on the ground and started searching for the place. I soon spotted nine naked savages sitting around a small fire they had made. They weren’t using it for warmth since it was extremely hot, but I guessed it was to cook some of their gruesome diet of human flesh they had brought with them, whether alive or dead, I couldn’t tell.

They had two canoes with them, which they had hauled up upon the shore; and as it was then tide of ebb, they seemed to me to wait for the return of the flood to go away again. It is not easy to imagine what confusion this sight put me into, especially seeing them come on my side the island, and so near242 me too. But when I observed their coming must be always with the current of the ebb, I began afterwards to be more sedate in my mind, being satisfied that I might go abroad with safety all the time of the tide of flood, if they were not on shore before; and having made this observation, I went abroad about my harvest-work with the more composure.

They had two canoes with them, which they had pulled up onto the shore. Since it was low tide, it seemed to me they were waiting for the tide to come back in so they could leave again. It’s hard to describe the confusion I felt seeing them approach my side of the island, especially since they were so close to me. But when I realized they were always coming with the ebb tide, I started to feel calmer, knowing I could safely go out during high tide as long as they weren’t on shore beforehand. After making this observation, I went about my harvest work with greater peace of mind.

As I expected, so it proved; for as soon as the tide made to the westward, I saw them all take boat, and row (or paddle, as we call it) all away. I should have observed, that for an hour and more before they went off, they went to dancing; and I could easily discern their postures and gestures by my glasses. I could not perceive, by my nicest observation, but that they were stark naked, and had not the least covering upon them; but whether they were men or women, that I could not distinguish.

As I expected, it turned out to be true; as soon as the tide started moving west, I saw them all get into boats and row away. I should mention that for over an hour before they left, they were dancing; I could easily make out their positions and movements through my binoculars. I couldn’t tell for sure, no matter how closely I looked, but they appeared to be completely naked without any coverings; however, I couldn’t distinguish whether they were men or women.

As soon as I saw them shipped and gone, I took two guns upon my shoulders, and two pistols at my girdle, and my great sword by my side, without a scabbard, and with all the speed I was able to make I went away to the hill where I had discovered the first appearance of all. And as soon as I got thither, which was not less than two hours (for I could not go apace, being so laden with arms as I was), I perceived there had been three canoes more of savages on that place; and looking out farther, I saw they were all at sea together, making over for the main.

As soon as I saw them shipped away, I grabbed two guns to carry on my shoulders, two pistols at my waist, and my large sword by my side, without a sheath. As quickly as I could manage, I headed to the hill where I first noticed everything. When I got there, which took at least two hours (since I couldn’t move fast with all the weapons I was carrying), I noticed three more canoes of natives had been at that spot; and looking further out, I saw they were all out at sea together, heading for the mainland.

I laid me down flat on my belly on the ground, and began to look for the place

This was a dreadful sight to me, especially when, going down to the shore, I could see the marks of horror which the dismal work they had been about had left behind it, viz., the243 blood, the bones, and part of the flesh of human bodies, eaten and devoured by those wretches with merriment and sport. I was so filled with indignation at the sight, that I began now to premeditate the destruction of the next that I saw there, let them be who or how many soever.

This was a terrible sight for me, especially when I went down to the shore and saw the horrifying marks left by the grim work that had taken place, like the243 blood, bones, and parts of human bodies, feasted upon by those wretches with joy and amusement. I was so outraged by the scene that I started to think about how I would destroy the next person I saw there, no matter who they were or how many there were.

It seemed evident to me that the visits which they thus made to this island were not very frequent, for it was above fifteen months before any more of them came on shore there again; that is to say, I neither saw them, nor any footsteps nor signals of them, in all that time; for, as to the rainy seasons, then they are sure not to come abroad, at least not so far. Yet all this while I lived uncomfortably, by reason of the constant apprehensions I was in of their coming upon me by surprise; from whence I observe, that the expectation of evil is more bitter than the suffering, especially if there is no room to shake off that expectation, or those apprehensions.

It was clear to me that their visits to this island weren't very frequent, since it was over fifteen months before any of them came ashore again; in other words, I didn't see them, nor any signs or traces of them, during that entire time. As for the rainy seasons, they definitely don't venture out then, at least not too far. Yet all this time, I lived in discomfort, constantly worried that they might catch me by surprise; from this, I've learned that the anticipation of something bad is more painful than actually going through it, especially when there's no way to rid myself of that anticipation or those fears.

During all this time I was in a murdering humor, and took up most of my hours, which should have been better employed, in contriving how to circumvent and fall upon them the very next time I should see them; especially if they should be divided, as they were the last time, into two parties. Nor did I consider at all that if I killed one party, suppose ten or a dozen, I was still the next day, or week, or month, to kill another, and so another, even ad infinitum, till I should be at length no less a murderer than they were in being man-eaters, and perhaps much more so.

During all this time, I was in a murderous mood, spending most of my hours—which could have been better used—planning how to ambush them the next time I saw them; especially if they were separated, like they were last time, into two groups. I didn’t even think that if I killed one group, say ten or a dozen, I would still have to kill another the next day, or week, or month, and then another, going on ad infinitum, until I would be just as much a killer as they were for being cannibals, and maybe even more so.

I spent my days now in great perplexity and anxiety of mind, expecting that I should, one day or other, fall into the244 hands of these merciless creatures; and if I did at any time venture abroad, it was not without looking round me with the greatest care and caution imaginable. And now I found, to my great comfort, how happy it was that I provided for a tame flock or herd of goats; for I durst not, upon any account, fire my gun, especially near that side of the island where they usually came, lest I should alarm the savages. And if they had fled from me now, I was sure to have them come back again, with perhaps two or three hundred canoes with them, in a few days, and then I knew what to expect.

I spent my days feeling really confused and anxious, worried that I would eventually fall into the hands of these ruthless creatures. Whenever I ventured outside, I did so with the utmost care and caution. Thankfully, I felt relieved knowing I had taken care of a tame herd of goats; I couldn't risk firing my gun, especially on the side of the island where they usually appeared, for fear of scaring off the savages. If they had run away from me now, I was sure they'd come back with maybe two or three hundred canoes in just a few days, and then I knew exactly what to expect.

However, I wore out a year and three months more before I ever saw any more of the savages, and then I found them again, as I shall soon observe. It is true they might have been there once or twice, but either they made no stay, or at least I did not hear them; but in the month of May, as near as I could calculate, and in my four and twentieth year, I had a very strange encounter with them; of which in its place.

However, I spent another year and three months before I saw any more of the savages, and when I finally did, I’ll explain shortly. It's true they might have come by once or twice, but either they didn't stick around, or I just didn't hear them. But in May, as close as I can figure, during my twenty-fourth year, I had a very strange encounter with them, which I will discuss later.

The perturbation of my mind, during this fifteen or sixteen months’ interval, was very great. I slept unquiet, dreamed always frightful dreams, and often started out of my sleep in the night. In the day great troubles overwhelmed my mind, and in the night I dreamed often of killing the savages, and of the reasons why I might justify the doing of it. But, to waive all this for a while, it was in the middle of May, on the sixteenth day, I think, as well as my poor wooden calendar would reckon, for I marked all upon the post still: I say, it was the sixteenth of May that it blew a very great storm of wind all day, with a great deal of lightning and thunder,245 and a very foul night it was after it. I know not what was the particular occasion of it, but as I was reading in the Bible, and taken up with very serious thoughts about my present condition, I was surprised with a noise of a gun, as I thought, fired at sea.

The turmoil in my mind during those fifteen or sixteen months was intense. I slept restlessly, constantly had terrifying dreams, and often woke up suddenly in the night. During the day, I was overwhelmed with worries, and at night, I frequently dreamed about killing the savages and how I might justify doing so. But putting that aside for now, it was in the middle of May, on the sixteenth day, I believe, according to my poor wooden calendar, which I still marked on the post. I mean, it was the sixteenth of May when there was a huge storm all day, with lots of lightning and thunder, and a very unpleasant night followed. I don’t know what specifically caused it, but while I was reading the Bible and deeply pondering my current situation, I was startled by the sound of a gun, or so I thought, fired at sea.

This was, to be sure, a surprise of a quite different nature from any I had met with before; for the notions this put into my thoughts were quite of another kind. I started up in the greatest haste imaginable, and, in a trice, clapped my ladder to the middle place of the rock, and pulled it after me; and mounting it the second time, got to the top of the hill the very moment that flash of fire bid me listen for a second gun, which accordingly, in about half a minute, I heard; and, by the sound, knew that it was from that part of the sea where I was driven down the current in my boat.

This was definitely a surprise unlike any I had experienced before, as the thoughts it sparked in my mind were completely different. I jumped up as quickly as I could, hurriedly set my ladder against the middle of the rock, pulled it up after me, and climbed it again, reaching the top of the hill just as that flash of fire told me to expect another shot. Sure enough, after about half a minute, I heard it, and from the sound, I knew it came from the area of the sea where I had been swept down the current in my boat.

I immediately considered that this must be some ship in distress, and that they had some comrade, or some other ship in company, and fired these guns for signals of distress, and to obtain help. I had this presence of mind, at that minute, as to think that though I could not help them, it may be they might help me; so I brought together all the dry wood I could get at hand, and, making a good handsome pile, I set it on fire upon the hill. The wood was dry, and blazed freely; and though the wind blew very hard, yet it burnt fairly out; so that I was certain, if there was any such thing as a ship, they must needs see it, and no doubt they did; for as soon as ever my fire blazed up I heard another gun, and after that several others, all from the same quarter. I plied my fire all night long246 till day broke; and when it was broad day, and the air cleared up, I saw something at a great distance at sea, full east of the island, whether a sail or a hull I could not distinguish, no, not with my glasses, the distance was so great, and the weather still something hazy also; at least it was so out at sea.

I immediately thought that this must be a ship in trouble, and that they had a companion ship nearby, firing these guns as distress signals to get help. In that moment, I realized that even though I couldn’t help them, they might be able to help me; so I gathered all the dry wood I could find and made a large pile, setting it on fire on the hill. The wood was dry and burned brightly; even though the wind was strong, it kept burning well enough. I was convinced that if there was a ship out there, they would definitely see it, and surely they did; as soon as my fire flared up, I heard another gunshot, followed by several more, all from the same direction. I tended to my fire all night long246 until daybreak; and when it was bright day and the air cleared up, I saw something far off at sea, directly east of the island. It was hard to tell whether it was a sail or a hull, not even through my binoculars, as the distance was so far, and the weather was still a bit hazy; at least it was out at sea.

I looked frequently at it all that day, and soon perceived that it did not move; so I presently concluded that it was a ship at an anchor. And being eager, you may be sure, to be satisfied, I took my gun in my hand and ran toward the south side of the island, to the rocks where I had formerly been carried away with the current; and getting up there, the weather by this time being perfectly clear, I could plainly see, to my great sorrow, the wreck of a ship, cast away in the night upon those concealed rocks which I found when I was out in my boat; and which rocks, as they checked the violence of the stream, and made a kind of counter-stream or eddy, were the occasion of my recovering from the most desperate, hopeless condition that ever I had been in in all my life.

I kept looking at it all day, and soon realized that it wasn’t moving; so I figured it was a ship at anchor. Eager to know for sure, I grabbed my gun and ran to the south side of the island, to the rocks where I had been swept away by the current before. By then, the weather was perfectly clear, and I could see, to my great sorrow, the wreck of a ship that had been stranded on those hidden rocks that I discovered when I was out in my boat. Those rocks slowed the strong current and created a kind of counter-current or eddy, which helped me get out of the most desperate, hopeless situation I had ever faced in my life.

Thus, what is one man’s safety is another man’s destruction; for it seems these men, whoever they were, being out of their knowledge, and the rocks being wholly under water, had been driven upon them in the night, the wind blowing hard at E. and E.N.E. Had they seen the island, as I must necessarily suppose they did not, they must, as I thought, have endeavored to have saved themselves on shore by the help of their boat; but their firing of guns for help, especially when they saw, as I imagined, my fire, filled me with many thoughts. First, I imagined that upon seeing my light, they might have247 put themselves into their boat, and have endeavored to make the shore; but that the sea going very high, they might have been cast away. Other times I imagined that they might have lost their boat before, as might be the case many ways; as, particularly, by the breaking of the sea upon their ship, which many times obliges men to stave, or take in pieces their boat, and sometimes to throw it overboard with their own hands.

So, what keeps one person safe may lead to another's downfall; it seems that these men, whoever they were, unaware of their surroundings and with the rocks completely submerged, ended up crashing into them at night while the wind was blowing hard from the east and east-northeast. If they had seen the island, which I assume they didn’t, they would have likely tried to get to shore using their boat. However, their firing of guns for help, especially when they saw my fire, made me think a lot. First, I thought that upon seeing my light, they might have gotten into their boat and tried to reach the shore, but with the high waves, they might have been swamped. Then I considered that maybe they had lost their boat earlier, which could happen in several ways, especially if their ship was hit by a big wave, forcing them to break up or take apart their boat, or even to throw it overboard themselves.

Other times I imagined they had some other ship or ships in company, who, upon the signals of distress they had made, had taken them up and carried them off. Other times I fancied they were all gone off to sea in their boat, and being hurried away by the current that I had been formerly in, were carried out into the great ocean, where there was nothing but misery and perishing; and that, perhaps, they might by this time think of starving, and of being in a condition to eat one another.

Other times I imagined they had some other ship or ships with them that, seeing the distress signals they sent, picked them up and took them away. Other times I thought they all set off to sea in their boat and got swept away by the current I had been in before, carried out into the vast ocean, where there was nothing but suffering and death; and that maybe by now they were thinking about starving and being in a situation to eat each other.

As all these were but conjectures at best, so, in the condition I was in, I could do no more than look on upon the misery of the poor men, and pity them; which had still this good effect on my side, that it gave me more and more cause to give thanks to God, who had so happily and comfortably provided for me in my desolate condition; and that of two ships’ companies who were now cast away upon this part of the world, not one life should be spared but mine. I learned here again to observe, that it is very rare that the providence of God casts us into any condition of life so low, or any misery so great, but we may see something or other to be thankful for, and may see others in worse circumstances than our own.

Since all of these were just guesses at best, in my situation, I could only watch the suffering of those poor men and feel sorry for them; this still had the positive effect of giving me more reasons to thank God, who had so wonderfully and comfortably taken care of me in my lonely situation; and of the two ship crews who had now been lost in this part of the world, not one life was spared except for mine. I learned once again to notice that it’s very rare for God’s providence to put us in such a low situation or such great misery that we can't find something to be thankful for or see others in even worse circumstances than our own.

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Such certainly was the case of these men, of whom I could not so much as see room to suppose any of them were saved. Nothing could make it rational so much as to wish or expect that they did not all perish there, except the possibility only of their being taken up by another ship in company; and this was but mere possibility indeed, for I saw not the least sign or appearance of any such thing.

Such was definitely the case with these men, as I couldn't even imagine any of them being saved. There was no reason to hope or expect that they didn't all die there, except for the slim chance that another ship might have picked them up; but that was really just a remote possibility, since I didn't see any sign or indication of that happening.

I cannot explain, by any possible energy of words, what a strange longing or hankering of desires I felt in my soul upon this sight, breaking out sometimes thus: “Oh that there had been but one or two, nay, or but one soul, saved out of this ship, to have escaped to me, that I might but have had one companion, one fellow-creature, to have spoken to me, and to have conversed with!” In all the time of my solitary life, I never felt so earnest, so strong a desire after the society of my fellow-creatures, or so deep a regret at the want of it.

I can’t express, with any possible energy of words, the strange longing or craving I felt in my soul at that moment, sometimes breaking out like this: “Oh, if only one or two, or even just one person from that ship had survived to come to me, so I could have had at least one companion, one fellow human being to talk to and connect with!” During all my time of living alone, I never felt such a deep, intense desire for the company of other people, or such a strong regret for not having it.


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There are some secret moving springs in the affections which, when they are set agoing by some object in view, or be it some object, though not in view, yet rendered present to the mind by the power of imagination, that motion carries out the soul by its impetuosity to such violent, eager embracings of the object, that the absence of it is insupportable.

There are some hidden forces in our feelings that, when triggered by something in sight, or even something out of view but brought to mind through imagination, create a rush that causes the soul to crave intense, passionate closeness to that object, making its absence unbearable.

Such were these earnest wishings that but one man had been saved! “Oh that it had been but one!” I believe I repeated the words a thousand times; and the desires were so moved by it, that when I spoke the words my hands would clinch together, and my fingers press the palms of my hands, that if I had had any soft thing in my hand, it would have crushed it involuntarily; and my teeth in my head would strike together, and set against one another so strong, that for some time I could not part them again.

Such were these heartfelt wishes that only one man had been saved! “Oh, if only it had been one!” I think I repeated those words a thousand times, and the feelings were so intense that when I said them, my hands would clench together, and my fingers would press against my palms so hard that if I had been holding anything soft, I would have crushed it without even realizing it; and my teeth would grind together, locking so tightly that I couldn’t separate them for quite a while.

Let the naturalists explain these things, and the reason and manner of them. All I can say to them is to describe the fact, which was even surprising to me when I found it, though I knew not from what it should proceed. It was doubtless the effect of ardent wishes, and of strong ideas formed in my mind,250 realising the comfort which the conversation of one of my fellow-Christians would have been to me.

Let the naturalists explain these things and how they happen. All I can say is to describe the fact, which was even surprising to me when I discovered it, although I didn’t know what caused it. It was definitely the result of my deep wishes and strong ideas formed in my mind, realizing how comforting the conversation of one of my fellow Christians would have been for me.250

But it was not to be. Either their fate or mine, or both, forbid it; for, till the last year of my being on this island, I never knew whether any were saved out of that ship or no; and had only the affliction, some days after, to see the corpse of a drowned boy come on shore at the end of the island which was next the shipwreck. He had on no clothes but a seaman’s waistcoat, a pair of open-kneed linen drawers, and a blue linen shirt; but nothing to direct me so much as to guess what nation he was of. He had nothing in his pocket but two pieces of eight and a tobacco-pipe. The last was to me of ten times more value than the first.

But it wasn't meant to be. Whether it was their fate, mine, or a combination of both, it was forbidden; because, until the last year I spent on this island, I never found out if anyone from that ship was saved or not. All I had was the sorrow of seeing the body of a drowned boy wash up on the shore at the far end of the island, near the shipwreck. He was only wearing a seaman’s waistcoat, a pair of open-kneed linen shorts, and a blue linen shirt; but there was nothing that gave me a clue about his nationality. In his pocket, he had only two pieces of eight and a tobacco pipe. The latter was worth ten times more to me than the former.

It was now calm, and I had a great mind to venture out in my boat to this wreck, not doubting but I might find something on board that might be useful to me. But that did not altogether press me so much as the possibility that there might be yet some living creature on board, whose life I might not only save, but might, by saving that life, comfort my own to the last degree. And this thought clung so to my heart, that I could not be quiet night nor day, but I must venture out in my boat on board this wreck; and committing the rest to God’s providence, I thought, the impression was so strong upon my mind that it could not be resisted, that it must come from some invisible direction, and that I should be wanting to myself if I did not go.

It was calm now, and I really wanted to take my boat out to the wreck, confident that I could find something useful on board. But what weighed on my mind even more was the chance that there might still be a living being on the ship, and by saving that life, I could find comfort for my own. This thought stuck with me so strongly that I couldn’t find peace, day or night; I knew I had to take my boat to the wreck. I entrusted the rest to God's guidance, feeling that the urgency of this thought was overwhelming and must have come from some unseen force, and it would be a failure on my part if I didn’t go.

Under the power of this impression, I hastened back to my castle, prepared everything for my voyage, took a quantity251 of bread, a great pot for fresh water, a compass to steer by, a bottle of rum (for I had still a great deal of that left), a basket full of raisins. And thus, loading myself with everything necessary, I went down to my boat, got the water out of her, and got her afloat, loaded all my cargo in her, and then went home again for more. My second cargo was a great bag full of rice, the umbrella to set up over my head for shade, another large pot full of fresh water, and about two dozen of my small loaves, or barley-cakes, more than before, with a bottle of goat’s milk and a cheese; all of which, with great labor and sweat, I brought to my boat. And praying to God to direct my voyage, I put out; and rowing, or paddling, the canoe along the shore, I came at last to the utmost point of the island on that side, viz., N.E. And now I was to launch out into the ocean, and either to venture or not to venture. I looked on the rapid currents which ran constantly on both sides of the island at a distance, and which were very terrible to me, from the remembrance of the hazard I had been in before, and my heart began to fail me; for I foresaw that if I was driven into either of those currents, I should be carried a vast way out to sea, and perhaps out of my reach, or sight of the island again; and that then, as my boat was but small, if any little gale of wind should rise, I should be inevitably lost.

Feeling the weight of this realization, I hurried back to my place, got everything ready for my trip, packed a bunch of bread, a large pot for fresh water, a compass to help me navigate, a bottle of rum (since I still had quite a bit of that left), and a basket full of raisins. After loading everything I needed, I headed down to my boat, emptied it out, got it floating, loaded all my supplies into it, and then went back home for more. My second load included a big bag of rice, an umbrella for shade, another large pot of fresh water, and about two dozen small loaves or barley cakes, plus a bottle of goat's milk and a cheese. All of this I carried to my boat with considerable effort and sweat. After praying to God to guide my journey, I set off. Paddling along the shore, I finally reached the farthest point of the island on that side, which was northeast. Now, I was about to head into the ocean, facing the decision to go for it or not. I glanced at the strong currents flowing on both sides of the island in the distance, which intimidated me, reminding me of the dangers I had faced before. My heart sank because I knew that if I got caught in either current, I could be swept far out to sea, possibly losing sight of the island. Considering my small boat, I realized that even a slight gust of wind could mean certain disaster for me.

These thoughts so oppressed my mind, that I began to give over my enterprise; and having hauled my boat into a little creek on the shore, I stepped out, and sat me down upon a little rising bit of ground, very pensive and anxious, between fear and desire, about my voyage; when, as I was musing, I252 could perceive that the tide was turned, and the flood come on; upon which my going was for so many hours impracticable. Upon this, presently it occurred to me that I should go up to the highest piece of ground I could find and observe, if I could, how the sets of the tide, or currents, lay when the flood came in, that I might judge whether, if I was driven one way out, I might not expect to be driven another way home, with the same rapidness of the currents. This thought was no sooner in my head but I cast my eye upon a little hill, which sufficiently overlooked the sea both ways, and from whence I had a clear view of the currents, or sets of the tide, and which way I was to guide myself in my return. Here I found, that as the current of the ebb set out close by the south point of the island, so the current of the flood set in close by the shore of the north side; and that I had nothing to do but to keep to the north of the island in my return, and I should do well enough.

These thoughts weighed so heavily on my mind that I started to give up on my journey. I pulled my boat into a small creek on the shore, stepped out, and sat on a little rise of ground, feeling very thoughtful and anxious, caught between fear and desire about my voyage. While I was lost in thought, I noticed that the tide had turned and the flood was coming in, making it impossible for me to leave for a few hours. It then occurred to me that I should go up to the highest point I could find to see how the tides or currents flowed as the flood came in. That way, I could figure out if being pushed one way out would mean I might be pushed another way home with the same strength of the currents. No sooner had this thought crossed my mind than I spotted a little hill that gave me a good view of the sea in both directions, allowing me to see the currents and how to navigate my return. I discovered that the ebb tide flowed out near the southern point of the island, while the flood tide came in close to the northern shore. All I had to do was stay to the north of the island on my way back, and I would manage just fine.

Encouraged with this observation, I resolved the next morning to set out with the first of the tide, and reposing myself for the night in the canoe, under the great watch-coat I mention, I launched out. I made first a little out to sea, full north, till I began to feel the benefit of the current which set eastward, and which carried me at a great rate; and yet did not so hurry me as the southern side current had done before, and so as to take from me all government of the boat; but having a strong steerage with my paddle, I went at a great rate directly for the wreck, and in less than two hours I came up to it.

Feeling encouraged by this observation, I decided the next morning to head out with the first tide. After spending the night in the canoe under the large watch-coat I mentioned, I launched into the water. I initially headed a little out to sea, straight north, until I began to feel the pull of the current that flowed eastward, which quickly carried me along. Unlike the southern current I had experienced before, this one didn’t rush me so fast that I lost control of the boat. With a strong grip on my paddle, I sped directly toward the wreck and reached it in less than two hours.

It was a dismal sight to look at. The ship, which, by its building, was Spanish, stuck fast, jammed in between two253 rocks. All the stern and quarter of her was beaten to pieces with the sea; and as her forecastle, which stuck in the rocks, had run on with great violence, her mainmast and foremast were brought by the board; that is to say, broken short off; but her bowsprit was sound, and the head and bow appeared firm. When I came close to her a dog appeared upon her, who, seeing me coming, yelped and cried; and as soon as I called him, jumped into the sea to come to me, and I took him into the boat, but found him almost dead for hunger and thirst. I gave him a cake of my bread, and he ate it like a ravenous wolf that had been starving a fortnight in the snow. I then gave the poor creature some fresh water, with which, if I would have let him, he would have burst himself.

It was a miserable sight to see. The ship, clearly built by the Spanish, was stuck fast, wedged between two253 rocks. Its stern and sides were smashed to pieces by the sea; and since its forecastle was trapped in the rocks and had crashed forward violently, its mainmast and foremast were snapped short off; however, its bowsprit was intact, and the bow seemed solid. When I got closer, I spotted a dog on the ship, who, upon seeing me, yelped and cried out; and as soon as I called him, he jumped into the sea to reach me. I took him into the boat, but he was almost dead from hunger and thirst. I gave him a piece of my bread, and he devoured it like a starving wolf that had been frozen for two weeks. Then I gave the poor creature some fresh water, which he would have gulped down completely if I had let him.

After this I went on board; but the first sight I met with was two men drowned in the cook-room, or forecastle of the ship, with their arms fast about one another. I concluded, as is indeed probable, that when the ship struck, it being in a storm, the sea broke so high, and so continually over her, that the men were not able to bear it, and were strangled with the constant rushing in of the water, as much as if they had been under water. Besides the dog, there was nothing left in the ship that had life; nor any goods that I could see, but what were spoiled by the water. There were some casks of liquor, whether wine or brandy I knew not, which lay lower in the hold, and which, the water being ebbed out, I could see; but they were too big to meddle with. I saw several chests which I believed belonged to some of the seamen; and I got two of them into the boat, without examining what was in them.

After this, I went onboard; but the first thing I saw was two men who had drowned in the kitchen or the front part of the ship, with their arms wrapped around each other. I figured, and it’s probably true, that when the ship hit the rocks, during a storm, the waves were so high and relentless that the men couldn’t handle it and were overwhelmed by the constant influx of water, as if they had been submerged. Besides the dog, there was nothing alive left on the ship; nor were there any goods that I could see, except for those that were damaged by the water. There were some barrels of liquor, whether it was wine or brandy I couldn’t tell, sitting lower in the hold, and since the water had drained, I could see them; but they were too big to handle. I noticed several chests that I believed belonged to some of the crew members, and I managed to get two of them into the boat without checking what was inside.

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Had the stern of the ship been fixed, and the forepart broken off, I am persuaded I might have made a good voyage; for by what I found in these two chests, I had room to suppose the ship had a great deal of wealth on board; and if I may guess by the course she steered, she must have been bound from the Buenos Ayres, or the Rio de la Plata, in the south part of America, beyond the Brazils, to Havana, in the Gulf of Mexico, and so perhaps to Spain. She had, no doubt, a great treasure in her, but of no use, at that time, to anybody; and what became of the rest of her people, I then knew not.

If the back of the ship had been intact and the front part had been damaged, I believe I could have had a successful journey. From what I discovered in these two chests, I had reasons to think the ship carried a lot of wealth. Based on the direction it was heading, it must have been traveling from Buenos Aires or the Rio de la Plata in southern America, beyond Brazil, to Havana in the Gulf of Mexico, possibly on its way to Spain. It certainly had a huge treasure on board, but at that moment, it was of no use to anyone, and I had no idea what happened to the rest of the crew.

I found, besides these chests, a little cask full of liquor, of about twenty gallons, which I got into my boat with much difficulty. There were several muskets in a cabin, and a great powder-horn, with about four pounds of powder in it. As for the muskets, I had no occasion for them, so I left them, but took the powder-horn. I took a fire-shovel and tongs, which I wanted extremely; as also two little brass kettles, a copper pot to make chocolate, and a gridiron. And with this cargo, and the dog, I came away, the tide beginning to make home again; and the same evening, about an hour within night, I reached the island again, weary and fatigued to the last degree.

I found, in addition to these chests, a small barrel filled with alcohol, about twenty gallons, which I managed to get into my boat with a lot of effort. There were several muskets in a cabin and a large powder horn containing about four pounds of powder. Since I didn’t need the muskets, I left them behind but took the powder horn. I also grabbed a fire shovel and tongs, which I really needed, along with two small brass kettles, a copper pot for making chocolate, and a gridiron. With this load and the dog, I set off, with the tide starting to turn back. That evening, about an hour before dark, I made it back to the island, exhausted and completely worn out.

I reposed that night in the boat; and in the morning I resolved to harbor what I had gotten in my new cave, not to carry it home to my castle. After refreshing myself, I got all my cargo on shore, and began to examine the particulars. The cask of liquor I found to be a kind of rum, but not such as we had at the Brazils, and, in a word, not at all good. But when I came to open the chests, I found several things of great255 use to me. For example, I found in one a fine case of bottles, of an extraordinary kind, and filled with cordial waters, fine, and very good; the bottles held about three pints each, and were tipped with silver. I found two pots of very good succades, or sweetmeats, so fastened also on top, that the salt water had not hurt them; and two more of the same, which the water had spoiled. I found some very good shirts, which were very welcome to me; and about a dozen and half of linen white handkerchiefs and colored neck-cloths. The former were also very welcome, being exceeding refreshing to wipe my face on a hot day. Besides this, when I came to the till in the chest, I found there three great bags of pieces of eight, which held out about eleven hundred pieces in all; and in one of them, wrapped up in a paper, six doubloons of gold, and some small bars or wedges of gold. I suppose they might all weigh near a pound.

I spent that night in the boat, and in the morning I decided to store what I had found in my new cave instead of taking it back to my castle. After freshening up, I unloaded all my cargo onto the shore and started to check it out. The cask of liquor turned out to be a kind of rum, but it wasn’t like what we had in Brazil and, honestly, it wasn’t good at all. However, when I opened the chests, I discovered several items that were really useful to me. For example, one chest contained a nice set of bottles, which were exceptional and filled with fine cordial waters; each bottle held about three pints and had silver tops. I found two jars of very good sweetmeats that were sealed well enough that the saltwater hadn’t damaged them, and two more jars of the same kind that the water had ruined. I also found some really good shirts, which I was happy to get; as well as around a dozen and a half linen white handkerchiefs and colored neckcloths. The handkerchiefs were especially welcome as they were great for wiping my face on hot days. Additionally, when I checked the cash drawer in the chest, I found three large bags of pieces of eight, totaling about eleven hundred coins; and in one of the bags, wrapped in paper, were six gold doubloons and some small bars or wedges of gold. I guessed they weighed close to a pound.

The other chest I found had some clothes in it, but of little value; but by the circumstances, it must have belonged to the gunner’s mate; though there was no powder in it, but about two pounds of fine glazed powder, in three small flasks, kept, I suppose, for charging their fowling-pieces on occasion. Upon the whole, I got very little by this voyage that was of any use to me; for as to the money, I had no manner of occasion for it; ’twas to me as the dirt under my feet; and I would have given it all for three or four pair of English shoes and stockings, which were things I greatly wanted, but had not had on my feet now for many years. I had indeed gotten two pair of shoes now, which I took off of the feet of the two drowned256 men whom I saw in the wreck, and I found two pair more in one of the chests which were very welcome to me; but they were not like our English shoes, either for ease or service, being rather what we call pumps than shoes. I found in this seaman’s chest about fifty pieces of eight in royals, but no gold. I suppose this belonged to a poorer man than the other, which seemed to belong to some officer.

The other chest I found had some clothes in it, but they were of little value. From the circumstances, it must have belonged to the gunner’s mate; there was no gunpowder in it, just about two pounds of fine glazed powder in three small flasks, which I assume were kept for charging their shotguns when needed. Overall, I gained very little from this voyage that was useful to me; as for the money, I had no need for it; it was like dirt under my feet. I would have traded it all for three or four pairs of English shoes and stockings, which I desperately needed but hadn’t worn in many years. I did manage to get two pairs of shoes off the feet of the two drowned men I saw in the wreck, and I found two more pairs in one of the chests that were very welcome to me; however, they weren’t like our English shoes, either in comfort or utility, being more like what we call pumps than actual shoes. In this seaman’s chest, I found about fifty pieces of eight in royals, but no gold. I suppose this chest belonged to a poorer man than the other, which seemed to belong to an officer.

Well, however, I lugged this money home to my cave, and laid it up, as I had done that before which I brought from our own ship; but it was great pity, as I said, that the other part of this ship had not come to my share, for I am satisfied I might have loaded my canoe several times over with money, which, if I had ever escaped to England, would have lain here safe enough till I might have come again and fetched it.

Well, I carried this money back to my place and stored it away, just like I had done before with what I got from our own ship. But it’s a shame, as I mentioned, that the other part of the ship didn’t come to me, because I’m sure I could have filled my canoe multiple times with money that, if I ever made it back to England, would have been safe here until I returned to get it.

Having now brought all my things on shore, and secured them, I went back to my boat, and rowed or paddled her along the shore to her old harbor, where I laid her up, and made the best of my way to my old habitation, where I found everything safe and quiet. So I began to repose myself, live after my old fashion, and take care of my family affairs; and, for a while, I lived easy enough, only that I was more vigilant than I used to be, looked out oftener, and did not go abroad so much; and if at any time I did stir with any freedom, it was always to the east part of the island, where I was pretty well satisfied the savages never came and where I could go without so many precautions, and such a load of arms and ammunition as I always carried with me if I went the other way.

Having brought all my stuff ashore and secured it, I went back to my boat and rowed or paddled it along the shore to its old harbor, where I stored it away and made my way back to my old home, finding everything safe and quiet. I began to relax, live like I used to, and handle my family affairs. For a while, I lived pretty comfortably, though I was more alert than before, checked around more frequently, and didn’t go out as much. If I did venture out freely, it was always to the eastern part of the island, where I was fairly sure the natives wouldn’t come and where I could go without as many precautions and the heavy load of weapons and ammunition I always carried if I headed in the other direction.

I lived in this condition near two years more; but my unlucky257 head, that was always to let me know it was born to make my body miserable, was all this two years filled with projects and designs, how, if it were possible, I might get away from this island; for sometimes I was for making another voyage to the wreck, though my reason told me that there was nothing left there worth the hazard of my voyage; sometimes for a ramble one way, sometimes another; and I believe verily, if I had had the boat that I went from Sallee in, I should have ventured to sea, bound anywhere, I knew not whither.

I lived like this for nearly two more years, but my unfortunate mind, which always reminded me that it was meant to make me miserable, was filled during those two years with plans and ideas about how I might escape from this island. Sometimes I thought about making another trip to the wreck, even though I knew there was nothing left there worth risking my journey for; other times I considered taking a walk in one direction or another. Honestly, I believe that if I had had the boat I left Sallee in, I would have daringly set out to sea, heading anywhere, not knowing where I would end up.

I have been, in all my circumstances, a memento to those who are touched with the general plague of mankind, whence, for aught I know one-half of their miseries flow; I mean, that of not being satisfied with the station wherein God and Nature has placed them; for now to look back upon my primitive condition, and the excellent advice of my father, the opposition to which was, as I may call it, my original sin, my subsequent mistakes of the same kind had been the means of my coming into this miserable condition; for had that Providence, which so happily had seated me at the Brazils as a planter, blessed me with confined desires, and I could have been contented to have gone on gradually, I might have been, by this time, I mean in the time of my being in this island, one of the most considerable planters in the Brazils; nay, I am persuaded that by the improvements I had made in that little time I lived there, and the increase I should probably have made if I had stayed, I might have been worth an hundred thousand moidores. And what business had I to leave a settled fortune, a well-stocked plantation, improving and increasing, to turn supercargo258 to Guinea to fetch negroes, when patience and time would have so increased our stock at home, that we could have bought them at our own door from those whose business it was to fetch them; and though it had cost us something more, yet the difference of that price was by no means worth saving at so great a hazard.

I have been, in all my situations, a reminder to those affected by the common struggles of humanity, from which, for all I know, half of their sufferings arise; I mean the dissatisfaction with the place God and Nature have put them in. Looking back on my early condition and the wise advice of my father—which I can call my original sin—the resistance to that advice led me to make similar mistakes that resulted in my current miserable state. If that Providence, which had so kindly settled me in the Brazils as a planter, had blessed me with limited desires and I had been content to progress gradually, by now, while in this island, I could have been one of the top planters in the Brazils. In fact, I believe that with the improvements I made in the short time I was there and the growth I could have achieved if I had stayed, I might have been worth a hundred thousand moidores. What business did I have leaving a stable fortune, a well-stocked plantation that was thriving and expanding, to become a supercargo258 in Guinea to fetch slaves, when patience and time would have grown our wealth at home so much that we could have bought them right at our doorstep from those whose job it was to bring them in? Even if it had cost us a bit more, that extra expense was not worth saving at such a great risk.

But as this is ordinarily the fate of young heads, so reflection upon the folly of it is as ordinarily the exercise of more years, or of the dear-bought experience of time; and so it was with me now. And yet, so deep had the mistake taken root in my temper, that I could not satisfy myself in my station, but was continually poring upon the means and possibility of my escape from this place. And that I may, with the greater pleasure to the reader, bring on the remaining part of my story, it may not be improper to give some account of my first conceptions on the subject of this foolish scheme for my escape, and how, and upon what foundation, I acted.

But just like young people often have to deal with foolishness, reflecting on that folly usually comes with age or the hard-earned lessons of time; that’s how it was for me now. Still, the mistake I made was so ingrained in my nature that I couldn’t be content in my situation. I kept longing for ways to escape from this place. To make my story more enjoyable for the reader, I think it's fitting to share how I first came up with this silly plan to escape, along with the thoughts and reasons behind my actions.

I am now to be supposed retired into my castle, after my late voyage to the wreck, my frigate laid up and secured under water, as usual, and my condition restored to what it was before. I had more wealth, indeed, than I had before, but was not at all the richer; for I had no more use for it than the Indians of Peru had before the Spaniards came there.

I’m now meant to be retired in my castle, after my recent trip to the wreck, my frigate stored and secured underwater, as usual, and my situation returned to what it was before. I actually had more wealth than I did before, but I wasn’t any richer; I had no more use for it than the Incas in Peru did before the Spaniards arrived.

It was one of the nights in the rainy season in March, the four and twentieth year of my first setting foot in this island of solitariness. I was lying in my bed, or hammock, awake, very well in health, had no pain, no distemper, no uneasiness of body, no, nor any uneasiness of mind, more than ordinary,259 but could by no means close my eyes, that is, so as to sleep; no, not a wink all night long, otherwise than as follows.

It was one of those rainy season nights in March, the twenty-fourth year since I first arrived on this lonely island. I was lying in my bed, or hammock, wide awake, feeling completely healthy—no pain, no illness, no discomfort in my body, and no more anxiety in my mind than usual,259 yet I just couldn't seem to fall asleep; not even a wink all night long, except for what happened next.

It is as impossible, as needless, to set down the innumerable crowd of thoughts that whirled through that great thoroughfare of the brain, the memory, in this night’s time. I ran over the whole history of my life in miniature, or by abridgment, as I may call it, to my coming to this island, and also of the part of my life since I came to this island. In my reflections upon the state of my case since I came on shore on this island, I was comparing the happy posture of my affairs in the first years of my habitation here compared to the life of anxiety, fear, and care which I had lived ever since I had seen the print of a foot in the sand; not that I did not believe the savages had frequented the island even all the while, and might have been several hundreds of them at times on shore there; but I had never know it, and was incapable of any apprehensions about it. My satisfaction was perfect, though my danger was the same; and I was as happy in not knowing my danger, as if I had never really been exposed to it. This furnished my thoughts with many very profitable reflections, and particularly this one: how infinitely good that Providence is which has provided, in its government of mankind, such narrow bounds to his sight and knowledge of things; and though he walks in the midst of so many thousand dangers, the sight of which, if discovered to him, would distract his mind and sink his spirits, he is kept serene and calm, by having the events of things hid from his eyes, and knowing nothing of the dangers which surround him.

It’s just as impossible and unnecessary to list all the countless thoughts that raced through my mind during this night. I reflected on my entire life, or at least a summarized version, from when I arrived on this island, as well as the time since I’ve been here. As I thought about my situation since I landed on this island, I compared the happy early years of my stay here to the life filled with anxiety, fear, and worry I experienced ever since I noticed a footprint in the sand. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe there had been natives on the island all along, possibly hundreds at times, but I had never known about it and felt no concern. My sense of peace was complete, even though my danger remained unchanged; I was as happy in my ignorance of the threat as if I hadn’t really been in danger at all. This led me to many valuable insights, particularly this one: how incredibly good that Providence is, which sets such limited bounds to people’s sight and understanding. Though one walks through countless dangers, the awareness of which could overwhelm and demoralize them, they remain serene and composed because the outcomes are hidden from their view, and they know nothing of the threats surrounding them.

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After these thoughts had for some time entertained me, I came to reflect seriously upon the real danger I had been in for so many years in this very island, and how I had walked about in the greatest security, and with all possible tranquillity, even when perhaps nothing but a brow of a hill, a great tree, or the casual approach of night had been between me and the worst kind of destruction, viz., that of falling into the hands of cannibals and savages, who would have seized on me with the same view as I did of a goat or a turtle, and have thought it no more a crime to kill and devour me, than I did of a pigeon or a curlew. I would unjustly slander myself if I should say I was not sincerely thankful to my great Preserver, to whose singular protection I acknowledged, with great humility, that all these unknown deliverances were due, and without which I must inevitably have fallen into their merciless hands.

After thinking about this for a while, I started to seriously consider the real danger I'd faced for so many years on this very island. I had wandered around in complete safety and peace, even when all that stood between me and the worst kind of destruction—being captured by cannibals and savages—was just a hill, a large tree, or the onset of night. They would have seized me with the same intent as I would have towards a goat or a turtle, and wouldn't have thought twice about killing and eating me, just as I wouldn't think twice about a pigeon or a curlew. It would be unfair to say that I wasn't genuinely grateful to my great Protector. I acknowledge, with deep humility, that all these unknown rescues were thanks to His unique protection, and without it, I would have surely fallen into their merciless hands.

When these thoughts were over, my head was for some time taken up in considering the nature of these wretched creatures, I mean the savages, and how it came to pass in the world that the wise Governor of all things should give up any of His creatures to such inhumanity; nay, to something so much below even brutality itself, as to devour its own kind. But as this ended in some (at that time fruitless) speculations, it occurred to me to inquire what part of the world these wretches lived in? how far off the coast was from whence they came? what they ventured over so far from home for? what kind of boats they had? and why I might not order myself and my business so, that I might be as able to go over thither, as they were to come to me.

When I finished these thoughts, I found myself thinking for a while about the nature of these miserable beings, the savages, and how it was possible that the wise Governor of all things would allow any of His creations to sink into such inhumanity; in fact, to something so much worse than even brutality itself, as to eat their own kind. But since this ended in some (at that time pointless) speculations, it struck me to ask where these wretches lived? How far off the coast they came from? What they had risked crossing so far from home for? What kind of boats they used? And why I couldn’t arrange my affairs so that I could go over there just as easily as they came to me.

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I never so much as troubled myself to consider what I should do with myself when I came thither; what would become of me, if I fell into the hands of the savages; or how I should escape from them, if they attempted me; no, nor so much as how it was possible for me to reach the coast, and not be attempted by some or other of them, without any possibility of delivering myself; and if I should not fall into their hands, what I should do for provision; or whither I should bend my course. None of these thoughts, I say, so much as came in my way; but my mind was wholly bent upon the notion of my passing over in my boat to the mainland. I looked back upon my present condition as the most miserable that could possibly be; that I was not able to throw myself into anything, but death, that could be called worse; that if I reached the shore of the main, I might perhaps meet with relief, or I might coast along, as I did on the shore of Africa, till I came to some inhabited country, and where I might find some relief; and after all, perhaps I might fall in with some Christian ship that might take me in; and if the worse came to the worst, I could but die, which would put an end to all these miseries at once. Pray, note, all this was the fruit of a disturbed mind, an impatient temper, made as it were desperate by the long continuance of my troubles, and the disappointments I had met in the wreck I had been on board of, and where I had been so near the obtaining what I so earnestly longed for, viz., somebody to speak to, and to learn some knowledge from of the place where I was, and of the probable means of my deliverance. I say, I was agitated wholly by these thoughts. All my calm262 of mind, in my resignation to Providence, and waiting the issue of the dispositions of Heaven, seemed to be suspended; and I had, as it were, no power to turn my thoughts to anything but to the project of a voyage to the main, which came upon me with such force, and such an impetuosity of desire, that it was not to be resisted.

I never even bothered to think about what I would do when I got there; what would happen to me if I fell into the hands of the savages; or how I would escape from them if they attacked me. I didn't even consider how it was possible for me to reach the coast without being confronted by them, with no way to save myself. And if I didn't end up in their hands, what would I do for food, or where would I go? None of these thoughts crossed my mind; my focus was entirely on the idea of taking my boat to the mainland. I looked back on my current situation as the most miserable possible; the only thing worse than my options seemed to be death. If I reached the mainland, I might find some help, or I could travel along the coast like I did in Africa until I reached a populated area where I could find assistance; and maybe, I could encounter a Christian ship that would rescue me. And if worse came to worst, I could only die, which would put an end to all my suffering at once. Please note, all this was the result of a troubled mind, an impatient temperament, made desperate by my long-lasting troubles and the disappointments I faced from the wreck I had survived, where I had been so close to getting what I desperately wanted: someone to talk to and learn from about the place I was in and the possible ways of getting rescued. I was completely consumed by these thoughts. All my calmness, in my acceptance of Providence and waiting for the decisions of Heaven, seemed to vanish; I felt powerless to think of anything other than the idea of a journey to the mainland, which hit me with such intensity and urgency that it felt impossible to resist.

When this had agitated my thoughts for two hours, or more, with such violence that it set my very blood into a ferment, and my pulse beat as high as if I had been in a fever, merely with the extraordinary fervor of my mind about it, Nature, as if I had been fatigued and exhausted with the very thought of it, threw me into a sound sleep. One would have thought I should have dreamed of it, but I did not, nor of anything relating to it; but I dreamed that as I was going out in the morning, as usual, from my castle, I saw upon the shore two canoes and eleven savages coming to land, and that they brought with them another savage, whom they were going to kill in order to eat him; when, on a sudden, the savage that they were going to kill jumped away, and ran for his life. And I thought, in my sleep, that he came running into my little thick grove before my fortification to hide himself; and that I, seeing him alone, and not perceiving that the others sought him that way, showed myself to him, and smiling upon him, encouraged him; that he kneeled down to me, seeming to pray me to assist him; upon which I showed my ladder, made him go up, and carried him into my cave, and he became my servant; and that as soon as I had gotten this man, I said to myself, “Now I may certainly venture to the mainland; for this fellow263 will serve me as a pilot, and will tell me what to do, and whither to go for provisions, and whither not to go for fear of being devoured; what places to venture into, and what to escape.” I waked with this thought, and was under such inexpressible impressions of joy at the prospect of my escape in my dream, that the disappointments which I felt upon coming to myself and finding it was no more than a dream were equally extravagant the other way, and threw me into a very great dejection of spirit.

After my thoughts had been agitated for two hours or more, so intensely that it made my blood boil and my pulse raced as if I had a fever, simply from the extraordinary intensity of my mind on the subject, nature, as if sensing I was fatigued and drained from all that thinking, put me into a deep sleep. You’d think I would have dreamed about it, but I didn’t—nor did I dream about anything related to it. Instead, I dreamed that while I was heading out in the morning, as usual, from my castle, I saw two canoes and eleven natives coming ashore, bringing with them another native whom they were going to kill and eat. Suddenly, the native who was meant to be killed jumped away and ran for his life. In my dream, I thought he ran into my little dense grove in front of my fort to hide. Seeing him alone and not realizing the others were after him, I revealed myself to him, smiled, and encouraged him. He knelt down, seeming to plead for my help. I showed him my ladder, made him climb up, and took him into my cave, where he became my servant. Once I had this man, I thought to myself, “Now I can definitely venture to the mainland; this guy will be my guide and can tell me where to go for supplies and where to avoid for fear of being eaten, which places to risk going into, and which to steer clear of.” I woke up with this thought, overwhelmed with joy at the idea of my escape in the dream, so much so that the disappointment I felt upon realizing it was just a dream was equally intense, and it plunged me into a deep sadness.

Upon this, however, I made this conclusion; that my only way to go about an attempt for an escape was, if possible, to get a savage into my possession; and, if possible, it should be one of their prisoners whom they had condemned to be eaten, and should bring thither to kill. But these thoughts still were attended with this difficulty, that it was impossible to effect this without attacking a whole caravan of them, and killing them all; and this was not only a very desperate attempt, and might miscarry, but, on the other hand, I had greatly scrupled the lawfulness of it to me; and my heart trembled at the thoughts of shedding so much blood, though it was for my deliverance. I need not repeat the arguments which occurred to me against this, they being the same mentioned before. But though I had other reasons to offer now, viz., that those men were enemies to my life, and would devour me if they could; that it was self-preservation, in the highest degree, to deliver myself from this death of a life, and was acting in my own defence as much as if they were actually assaulting me, and the like; I say, though these things argued for it, yet the thoughts of264 shedding human blood for my deliverance were very terrible to me, and such as I could by no means reconcile myself to a great while.

However, I came to this conclusion: the only way for me to try to escape was, if possible, to capture a savage, ideally one of their prisoners who had been condemned to be eaten and was brought there to be killed. But these thoughts were complicated by the fact that it seemed impossible to do this without attacking an entire caravan of them and killing them all. This was not only a desperate move that could fail, but I also struggled deeply with the morality of it. My heart ached at the thought of shedding so much blood, even if it was for my freedom. I don’t need to go over the arguments against it again, as they were the same ones I mentioned before. But even though I had additional reasons now—that those men were enemies to my life and would eat me if they could; that it was a matter of self-preservation, acting in my own defense just as if they were actively attacking me—still, the thought of spilling human blood for my escape weighed heavily on me, and I couldn’t reconcile myself to it for a long time.

However, at last, after many secret disputes with myself, and after great perplexities about it, for all these arguments, one way and another, struggled in my head a long time, the eager prevailing desire of deliverance at length mastered all the rest, and I resolved, if possible, to get one of those savages into my hands, cost what it would. My next thing then was to contrive how to do it, and this indeed was very difficult to resolve on. But as I could pitch upon no probable means for it, so I resolved to put myself upon the watch, to see them when they came on shore, and leave the rest to the event, taking such measures as the opportunity should present, let be what would be.

However, after a lot of internal conflict and confusion, with all these arguments bouncing around in my head for a long time, the strong desire for freedom eventually outweighed everything else. I decided that I would do whatever it took to capture one of those savages. My next step was to figure out how to accomplish this, and that was definitely a tough decision. Since I couldn’t find a likely plan, I decided to keep a lookout for when they came ashore and then take advantage of whatever opportunity came up, no matter what happened.

With these resolutions in my thoughts, I set myself upon the scout as often as possible, and indeed so often, till I was heartily tired of it; for it was above a year and half that I waited; and for great part of that time went out to the west end, and to the south-west corner of the island, almost every day, to see for canoes, but none appeared. This was very discouraging, and began to trouble me much; though I cannot say that it did in this case, as it had done some time before that, viz., wear off the edge of my desire to the thing. But the longer it seemed to be delayed, the more eager I was for it. In a word, I was not at first so careful to shun the sight of these savages, and avoid being seen by them, as I was now eager to be upon them.

With these resolutions in mind, I went out to scout as often as I could, so frequently that I eventually grew tired of it. I spent over a year and a half waiting; for a large part of that time, I went out to the west end and the southwest corner of the island almost every day, hoping to see canoes, but none ever showed up. This was really discouraging and started to bother me a lot; although I can’t say it dampened my desire for it as it had done before. In fact, the longer it seemed to take, the more eager I became. In short, I was initially less concerned about avoiding the sight of these savages and being seen by them, but now I was more eager to confront them.

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Besides, I fancied myself able to manage one, nay, two or three savages, if I had them, so as to make them entirely slaves to me, to do whatever I should direct them, and to prevent their being able at any time to do me any hurt. It was a great while that I pleased myself with this affair; but nothing still presented. All my fancies and schemes came to nothing, for no savages came near me for a great while.

Besides, I thought I could handle one, maybe two or three natives if I had them, making them completely my slaves to do whatever I said and to keep them from being able to harm me at any time. I entertained this idea for a long time, but nothing ever came of it. All my dreams and plans led to nothing because no natives came near me for a long time.


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About a year and half after I had entertained these notions, and by long musing had, as it were, resolved them all into nothing, for want of an occasion to put them in execution, I was surprised, one morning early, with seeing no less than five canoes all on shore together on my side the island, and the people who belonged to them all landed, and out of my sight. The number of them broke all my measures; for seeing so many, and knowing that they always came four, or six, or sometimes more, in a boat, I could not tell what to think of it, or how to take my measures to attack twenty or thirty men single-handed; so I lay still in my castle, perplexed and discomforted. However, I put myself into all the same postures for an attack that I had formerly provided, and was just ready for action if anything had presented. Having waited a good while, listening to hear if they made any noise, at length, being very impatient, I set my guns at the foot of my ladder, and clambered up to the top of the hill, by my two stages, as usual; standing so, however, that my head did not appear above the hill, so that they could not perceive me by any means. Here I observed, by the help of my perspective-glass, that they were no less than thirty in267 number, that they had a fire kindled, that they had had meat dressed. How they had cooked it, that I knew not, or what it was; but they were all dancing, in I know not how many barbarous gestures and figures, their own way, round the fire.

About a year and a half after I had thought about these ideas and, through long reflection, had essentially resolved them into nothing due to a lack of opportunity to act on them, I was surprised one early morning to see five canoes all on shore together on my side of the island, with the people belonging to them landed and out of my sight. The number of them completely threw off my plans; seeing so many, and knowing they usually came in groups of four, six, or sometimes more in a boat, I couldn't figure out what to think or how to prepare to confront twenty or thirty men alone. So, I stayed put in my fortress, confused and uneasy. However, I got ready for an attack just like I had planned before, and I was ready for action if anything came up. After waiting for a while, listening to see if they made any noise, I became very impatient, set my guns at the foot of my ladder, and climbed up to the top of the hill, using my two stages as usual; I made sure my head didn't show above the hill so they couldn't see me at all. From my vantage point, I noticed through my telescope that there were at least thirty of them, that they had a fire going, and they had cooked some food. I didn’t know how they prepared it or what it was, but they were all dancing in who knows how many wild gestures and figures, their own way, around the fire.

While I was thus looking on them, I perceived by my perspective two miserable wretches dragged from the boats, where, it seems, they were laid by, and were now brought out for the slaughter. I perceived one of them immediately fell, being knocked down, I suppose, with a club or wooden sword, for that was their way, and two or three others were at work immediately, cutting him open for their cookery, while the other victim was left standing by himself, till they should be ready for him. In that very moment this poor wretch seeing himself a little at liberty, Nature inspired him with hopes of life, and he started away from them, and ran with incredible swiftness along the sands directly towards me, I mean towards that part of the coast where my habitation was.

While I was watching them, I noticed two unfortunate souls being dragged from the boats, where they seemed to have been left and were now brought out for slaughter. I saw one of them immediately fall, presumably knocked down with a club or wooden sword, since that was their method, and two or three others started right away, cutting him open for their cooking, while the other victim was left standing by himself, waiting for his turn. At that very moment, this poor guy, seeing a bit of freedom, felt a spark of hope for life and took off running with incredible speed along the sands, directly toward me, or rather toward that part of the coast where I lived.

I was dreadfully frightened (that I must acknowledge) when I perceived him to run my way, and especially when, as I thought, I saw him pursued by the whole body; and now I expected that part of my dream was coming to pass, and that he would certainly take shelter in my grove; but I could not depend, by any means, upon my dream for the rest of it, viz., that the other savages would not pursue him thither, and find him there. However, I kept my station, and my spirits began to recover when I found that there was not above three men that followed him; and still more was I encouraged when I found that he outstripped them exceedingly in running, and268 gained ground of them; so that if he could but hold it for half an hour, I saw easily he would fairly get away from them all.

I was really scared (I have to admit) when I saw him running toward me, especially when I thought I saw him being chased by the whole group. I expected that part of my dream was coming true, thinking he would definitely seek refuge in my grove. But I couldn't rely on my dream for the rest, namely that the other savages wouldn't chase him there and find him. Still, I stayed in my spot, and my nerves started to calm down when I realized only about three men were following him. I felt even more encouraged when I saw he was running way ahead of them and gaining distance. If he could keep it up for half an hour, it was clear to me he would escape all of them.

There was between them and my castle the creek, which I mentioned often at the first part of my story, when I landed my cargoes out of the ship; and this I saw plainly he must necessarily swim over, or the poor wretch would be taken there. But when the savage escaping came thither he made nothing of it, though the tide was then up; but plunging in, swam through in about thirty strokes or thereabouts, landed, and ran on with exceeding strength and swiftness. When the three persons came to the creek, I found that two of them could swim, but the third could not, and that, standing on the other side, he looked at the other, but went no farther, and soon after went softly back, which, as it happened, was very well for him in the main.

There was a creek between them and my castle, which I mentioned frequently at the beginning of my story when I unloaded my cargoes from the ship. I could clearly see he would have to swim across it, or the poor guy would be caught there. However, when the savage made his escape and reached the creek, he had no trouble at all, even though the tide was high. He dove in and swam across in about thirty strokes or so, landed, and took off with incredible strength and speed. When the three of them arrived at the creek, I noticed that two of them could swim, but the third could not. He stood on the other side, watching the others, but didn't go any further, and soon after, he walked back quietly, which turned out to be a good decision for him overall.

I observed, that the two who swam were yet more than twice as long swimming over the creek as the fellow was that fled from them. It came now very warmly upon my thoughts, and indeed irresistibly, that now was my time to get me a servant, and perhaps a companion or assistant, and that I was called plainly by Providence to save this poor creature’s life. I immediately ran down the ladders with all possible expedition, fetched my two guns, for they were both but at the foot of the ladders, as I observed above, and getting up again, with the same haste, to the top of the hill, I crossed toward the sea, and having a very short cut, and all down hill, clapped myself in the way between the pursuers and the pursued, hallooing aloud to him that fled, who, looking back, was at first perhaps269 as much frightened at me as at them; and I beckoned with my hand to him to come back; and, in the meantime, I slowly advanced towards the two that followed; then rushing at once upon the foremost, I knocked him down with the stock of my piece. I was loth to fire, because I would not have the rest hear; though, at that distance, it would not have been easily heard, and being out of sight of the smoke too, they would not have easily known what to make of it. Having knocked this fellow down, the other who pursued with him stopped, as if he had been frightened, and I advanced apace towards him; but as I came nearer, I perceived presently he had a bow and arrow, and was fitting it to shoot at me; so I was then necessitated to shoot at him first, which I did, and killed him at the first shot.

I noticed that the two who were swimming took more than twice as long to cross the creek as the guy who ran away from them. It struck me very strongly, and I couldn't shake the feeling, that this was my chance to get myself a servant, maybe even a companion or helper, and that it was clearly fate calling me to save this poor guy's life. I quickly ran down the ladders as fast as I could, grabbed my two guns, which were at the foot of the ladders as I mentioned before, and hurried back up to the top of the hill. I headed toward the sea, taking a very short and downhill path, positioning myself between the pursuers and the one being chased, yelling out to the guy who was fleeing. He looked back and was initially just as scared of me as he was of them, so I signaled for him to come back. Meanwhile, I slowly moved toward the two who were chasing him. Then, I suddenly charged at the first one and knocked him down with the butt of my gun. I was reluctant to fire because I didn’t want the others to hear me, although at that distance it wouldn’t have been easy to hear, and they wouldn’t have quickly understood what was happening since they’d be out of sight of the smoke from the gun. After I took down this guy, the other one who was chasing him stopped, as if he were scared, so I moved closer to him. But as I got nearer, I noticed he had a bow and arrow and was getting ready to shoot at me, so I had to shoot at him first, and I ended up killing him with my first shot.

The poor savage who fled, but had stopped, though he saw both his enemies fallen and killed, as he thought, yet was so frightened with the fire and noise of my piece, that he stood stock-still, and neither came forward nor went backward, though he seemed rather inclined to fly still, than to come on.

The poor savage who had run away but then stopped, even though he saw both his enemies lying dead, as he believed, was so terrified by the fire and noise of my gun that he froze in place, not moving forward or backward, though he seemed more inclined to run away than to approach.

I hallooed again to him, and made signs to come forward, which he easily understood, and came a little way, then stopped again, and then a little farther, and stopped again; and I could then perceive that he stood trembling, as if he had been taken prisoner, and had just been to be killed, as his two enemies were. I beckoned him again to come to me, and gave him all the signs of encouragement that I could think of; and he came nearer and nearer, kneeling down every ten or twelve steps, in token of acknowledgment for my saving his life. I270 smiled at him, and looked pleasantly, and beckoned to him to come still nearer. At length he came close to me, and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and laid his head upon the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head. This, it seems, was in token of swearing to be my slave for ever. I took him up, and made much of him, and encouraged him all I could. But there was more work to do yet; for I perceived the savage whom I knocked down was not killed, but stunned with the blow, and began to come to himself; so I pointed to him, and showing him the savage, that he was not dead, upon this he spoke some words to me; and though I could not understand them, yet I thought they were pleasant to hear; for they were the first sound of a man’s voice that I had heard, my own excepted, for above twenty-five years. But there was no time for such reflections now. The savage who was knocked down recovered himself so far as to sit up upon the ground and I perceived that my savage began to be afraid; but when I saw that, I presented my other piece at the man, as if I would shoot him. Upon this my savage, for so I call him now, made a motion to me to lend him my sword, which hung naked in a belt by my side; so I did. He no sooner had it but he runs to his enemy, and, at one blow, cut off his head as cleverly, no executioner in Germany could have done it sooner or better; which I thought very strange for one who, I had reason to believe, never saw a sword in his life before, except their own wooden swords. However, it seems, as I learned afterwards, they make their wooden swords so sharp, so heavy, and the wood is so hard, that they will cut off heads271 even with them, ay, and arms, and that at one blow too. When he had done this, he came laughing to me in sign of triumph, and brought me the sword again, and with abundance of gestures, which I did not understand, laid it down, with the head of the savage that he had killed, just before me.

I called out to him again and motioned for him to come forward, which he understood easily. He approached a little, then stopped, then came a bit closer and stopped again. I could see that he was trembling, like someone who had just been captured and was about to be executed, as his two enemies had been. I signaled for him to come to me and offered all the encouragement I could think of. He got closer and closer, kneeling every ten or twelve steps as a gesture of appreciation for saving his life. I smiled at him and gestured for him to come even nearer. Eventually, he got right up to me, knelt down again, kissed the ground, laid his head on the ground, and took my foot, putting my foot on his head. This was apparently his way of swearing to be my slave forever. I helped him up, treated him well, and encouraged him as much as I could. But there was still more to be done; I noticed that the savage I had knocked down wasn’t dead but merely stunned from the blow and was starting to regain consciousness. I pointed to him and showed my companion that the savage was still alive. He then said something to me; while I couldn’t understand the words, they sounded nice to my ears, as they were the first human voice I had heard besides my own in over twenty-five years. But there was no time for reflections. The savage who had been knocked down managed to sit up, and I could see that my companion was starting to feel scared. When I noticed this, I aimed my other gun at the man as if I would shoot. My companion then made a motion asking to borrow my sword, which hung from my belt. I handed it to him, and as soon as he had it, he ran toward his enemy and, with one blow, chopped off his head as expertly as any executioner in Germany could have done, which I found very surprising for someone I thought had never seen a sword before, other than their own wooden ones. However, it turns out, as I learned later, that their wooden swords are made so sharp, so heavy, and from such hard wood that they can also behead people in one strike. After he did this, he came back to me, laughing in triumph, returned my sword, and with many gestures that I didn’t understand, laid it down along with the head of the dead savage right in front of me.

—and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head

But that which astonished him most was to know how I had killed the other Indian so far off; so pointing to him, he made signs to me to let him go to him; so I bade him go, as well as I could. When he came to him, he stood like one amazed, looking at him, turned him first on one side, then on t’other, looked at the wound the bullet had made, which, it seems, was just in his breast, where it had made a hole, and no great quantity of blood had followed; but he had bled inwardly, for he was quite dead. He took up his bow and arrows, and came back; so I turned to go away, and beckoned to him to follow me making signs to him that more might come after them.

But what surprised him the most was how I had killed the other Indian from such a distance. Pointing to him, he gestured for me to let him go over to him, so I signaled for him to go as best as I could. When he reached the body, he stood there in shock, examining it. He turned it first to one side and then the other, checking the wound the bullet had caused, which, as it turned out, was right in the chest, creating a hole, but not much blood had flowed out; he had bled internally because he was completely dead. He picked up his bow and arrows and returned; then I turned to leave and waved for him to follow me, gesturing that more might come after them.

Upon this he signed to me that he should bury them with sand, that they might not be seen by the rest if they followed; and so I made signs again to him to do so. He fell to work, and in an instant he had scraped a hole in the sand with his hands big enough to bury the first in, and then dragged him into it, and covered him, and did so also by the other. I believe he had buried them both in a quarter of an hour. Then calling him away, I carried him, not to my castle, but quite away to my cave, on the farther part of the island; so I did not let my dream come to pass in that part, viz., that he came into my grove for shelter.

He signaled to me that he would bury them in the sand so that they wouldn't be seen by anyone else if they followed; so I gestured for him to proceed. He quickly got to work, and in no time, he had dug a hole in the sand with his hands that was big enough to bury the first one, then he dragged him into it and covered him up, and he did the same with the other one. I think he had both buried within about fifteen minutes. Then I decided to take him away, not back to my castle but all the way to my cave at the other side of the island; so I didn't let my plan happen there, which was for him to find shelter in my grove.

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Here I gave him bread and a bunch of raisins to eat, and a draught of water, which I found he was indeed in great distress for, by his running; and having refreshed him, I made signs for him to go lie down and sleep, pointing to a place where I had laid a great parcel of rice-straw, and a blanket upon it, which I used to sleep upon myself sometimes; so the poor creature laid down, and went to sleep.

Here, I gave him some bread and a bunch of raisins to eat, along with a drink of water, which he clearly needed after all his running. Once he was refreshed, I signaled for him to lie down and sleep, pointing to a spot where I had laid out a big pile of rice straw with a blanket on it, which I sometimes used to sleep on myself. So, the poor guy laid down and fell asleep.

He was a comely, handsome fellow, perfectly well made, with straight strong limbs, not too large, tall, and well-shaped, and, as I reckon, about twenty-six years of age. He had a very good countenance, not a fierce and surly aspect, but seemed to have something very manly in his face; and yet he had all the sweetness and softness of an European in his countenance too, especially when he smiled. His hair was long and black, not curled like wool; his forehead very high and large; and a great vivacity and sparkling sharpness in his eyes. The color of his skin was not quite black, but very tawny; and yet not of an ugly, yellow, nauseous tawny, as the Brazilians and Virginians, and other natives of America are, but of a bright kind of a dun olive color, that had in it something very agreeable, though not very easy to describe. His face was round and plump; his nose small, not flat like the negroes; a very good mouth, thin lips, and his fine teeth well set, and white as ivory.

He was a good-looking guy, perfectly built, with straight, strong limbs—not too big, tall, and well-shaped—around twenty-six years old, I’d say. He had a pleasant face, not fierce or grumpy, but there was something very manly about it. Yet, he also had the sweetness and softness you’d expect from someone European, especially when he smiled. His hair was long and black, not curly like wool; his forehead was high and broad, and his eyes had a lively sparkle. His skin wasn’t completely black, but a deep, warm tone—not the ugly, sickly yellowish tawniness of Brazilians and Virginians or other Native Americans—more like a bright, pleasing olive color that's hard to describe. His face was round and full, with a small nose—not flat like many Black people’s—and a nice mouth with thin lips. His teeth were well-aligned and as white as ivory.

After he had slumbered, rather than slept, about half an hour, he waked again, and came out of the cave to me, for I had been milking my goats, which I had in the enclosure just by. When he espied me, he came running to me, laying himself down again upon the ground, with all the possible signs273 of an humble, thankful disposition, making many antic gestures to show it. At last he lays his head flat upon the ground, close to my foot, and sets my other foot upon his head, as he had done before, and after this made all the signs to me of subjection, servitude, and submission imaginable, to let me know how he would serve me as long as he lived. I understood him in many things, and let him know I was very well pleased with him. In a little time I began to speak to him, and teach him to speak to me; and, first, I made him know his name should be Friday, which was the day I saved his life. I called him so for the memory of the time. I likewise taught him to say master, and then let him know that was to be my name. I likewise taught him to say Yes and No, and to know the meaning of them. I gave him some milk in an earthen pot, and let him see me drink it before him, and sop my bread in it; and I gave him a cake of bread to do the like, which he quickly complied with, and made signs that it was very good for him.

After he dozed off, rather than getting a real sleep, for about half an hour, he woke up and came out of the cave to me because I had been milking my goats, which were in the enclosure nearby. When he saw me, he ran over and laid down on the ground, showing all the signs of being humble and grateful, making various gestures to express it. Eventually, he laid his head flat on the ground near my foot and placed my other foot on his head, just like before, then made every sign of obedience, servitude, and submission imaginable to show me how he would serve me as long as he lived. I understood him in many ways and let him know I was very pleased with him. Soon, I started to talk to him and teach him to speak to me; first, I made him understand that his name would be Friday, which was the day I saved his life. I called him that to remember the occasion. I also taught him to say "master" and made it clear that would be my name. I taught him to say "yes" and "no" and understand their meanings. I gave him some milk in a clay pot and let him watch me drink it and soak my bread in it; then I gave him a cake of bread to do the same, which he quickly did and indicated that it was very good for him.

I kept there with him all that night; but as soon as it was day, I beckoned to him to come with me, and let him know I would give him some clothes; at which he seemed very glad, for he was stark naked. As we went by the place where he had buried the two men, he pointed exactly to the place, and showed me the marks that he had made to find them again, making signs to me that we should dig them up again, and eat them. At this I appeared very angry, expressed my abhorrence of it, made as if I would vomit at the thoughts of it, and beckoned with my hand to him to come away; which he did274 immediately, with great submission. I then led him up to the top of the hill, to see if his enemies were gone; and pulling out my glass, I looked, and saw plainly the place where they had been, but no appearance of them or of their canoes; so that it was plain that they were gone, and had left their two comrades behind them, without any search after them.

I stayed with him all night, but as soon as it was morning, I signaled for him to come with me and let him know I would give him some clothes. He seemed really happy about that since he was completely naked. As we passed the spot where he had buried the two men, he pointed it out and showed me the marks he made to remember where they were. He gestured that we should dig them up and eat them. This made me very angry; I showed my disgust, pretended I would vomit at the thought, and motioned for him to follow me. He immediately complied, looking quite submissive. I then took him to the top of the hill to check if his enemies had left. I took out my binoculars, looked around, and clearly saw where they had been, but there was no sign of them or their canoes. It was obvious they had left and abandoned their two companions without even searching for them.

But I was not content with this discovery; but having now more courage, and consequently more curiosity, I took my man Friday with me, giving him the sword in his hand, with the bow and arrows at his back, which I found he could use very dexterously, making him carry one gun for me, and I two for myself, and away we marched to the place where these creatures had been; for I had a mind now to get some fuller intelligence of them. When I came to the place, my very blood ran chill in my veins, and my heart sunk within me, at the horror of the spectacle. Indeed, it was a dreadful sight, at least it was so to me, though Friday made nothing of it. The place was covered with human bones, the ground dyed with their blood, great pieces of flesh left here and there, half-eaten, mangled, and scorched; and, in short, all the tokens of the triumphant feast they had been making there, after a victory over their enemies. I saw three skulls, five hands, and the bones of three or four legs and feet, and abundance of other parts of the bodies; and Friday, by his signs, made me understand that they brought over four prisoners to feast upon; that three of them were eaten up, and that he, pointing to himself, was the fourth; that there had been a great battle between them and their next king, whose subjects it seems he had been one275 of, and that they had taken a great number of prisoners; all of which were carried to several places by those that had taken them in the fight, in order to feast upon them, as was done here by these wretches upon those they brought hither.

But I wasn’t happy with this discovery; now feeling braver and more curious, I took my man Friday with me, giving him the sword to carry, along with a bow and arrows on his back, which I saw he could use quite skillfully. I made him carry one gun for me, while I carried two for myself, and off we went to the place where those creatures had been, since I wanted to learn more about them. When I arrived at the spot, my blood chilled in my veins, and my heart sank at the horror of what I saw. It was truly a dreadful sight, at least to me, though Friday seemed unaffected. The area was littered with human bones, the ground stained with blood, chunks of flesh scattered about, half-eaten, mangled, and burned; in short, everything pointed to the gruesome feast they had after a victory over their enemies. I saw three skulls, five hands, and the bones of three or four legs and feet, along with many other body parts; and Friday, through his gestures, let me know that they had brought over four prisoners to feast on, that three of them had already been eaten, and that he, pointing to himself, was the fourth. He indicated that there had been a major battle between them and their nearby king, whose subjects he had apparently belonged to, and that they had taken a large number of prisoners; all of whom had been taken to different locations by those who captured them in the fight to feast upon, just as had been done here by these savages with those they brought here.

I caused Friday to gather all the skulls, bones, flesh, and whatever remained, and lay them together on a heap, and make a great fire upon it, and burn them all to ashes. I found Friday had still a hankering stomach after some of the flesh, and was still a cannibal in his nature; but I discovered so much abhorrence at the very thoughts of it, and at the least appearance of it, that he durst not discover it; for I had, by some means, let him know that I would kill him if he offered it.

I made Friday collect all the skulls, bones, flesh, and whatever was left, and stack them into a pile. Then, I had him build a big fire on it and burn everything to ashes. I noticed that Friday still craved some of the flesh and had some cannibal tendencies, but I showed such disgust at the idea and even the smallest sign of it that he didn’t dare reveal it. I had somehow made it clear to him that I would kill him if he even tried.

When we had done this we came back to our castle, and there I fell to work for my man Friday; and, first of all, I gave him a pair of linen drawers, which I had out of the poor gunner’s chest I mentioned, and which I found in the wreck; and which, with a little alteration, fitted him very well. Then I made him a jerkin of goat’s skin, as well as my skill would allow, and I was now grown a tolerable good tailor; and I gave him a cap, which I had made of a hare-skin, very convenient and fashionable enough; and thus he was clothed for the present tolerably well, and was mighty well pleased to see himself almost as well clothed as his master. It is true he went awkwardly in these things at first; wearing the drawers was very awkward to him, and the sleeves of the waistcoat galled his shoulders, and the inside of his arms; but a little easing them where he complained they hurt him, and using himself to them, at length he took to them very well.

Once we finished this, we returned to our castle, and I started working for my man Friday. First, I gave him a pair of linen shorts that I had taken from the poor gunner’s chest I mentioned, which I found in the wreck. After a bit of adjustment, they fit him pretty well. Then I made him a goat skin jacket, as good as my skills would allow, and I had become a decent tailor by then. I also gave him a cap I made from hare skin, which was quite practical and stylish enough. So, he was dressed fairly well for the moment and was very pleased to see himself almost as well-dressed as his master. It’s true that he felt a bit awkward in these clothes at first; wearing the shorts felt clumsy, and the arms of the jacket rubbed against his shoulders and the inside of his arms. But after I made some adjustments where he said it hurt and he got used to them, he eventually adapted to them quite well.

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The next day after I came home to my hutch with him, I began to consider where I should lodge him. And that I might do well for him, and yet be perfectly easy myself, I made a little tent for him in the vacant place between my two fortifications, in the inside of the last and in the outside of the first; and as there was a door or entrance there into my cave, I made a formal framed door-case, and a door to it of boards, and set it up in the passage, a little within the entrance; and causing the door to open on the inside, I barred it up in the night, taking in my ladders too; so that Friday could in no way come at me in the inside of my innermost wall without making so much noise in getting over, that it must needs waken me; for my first wall had now a complete roof over it of long poles, covering all my tent, and leaning up to the side of the hill, which was again laid cross with smaller sticks instead of laths, and then thatched over a great thickness with the rice-straw, which was strong, like reeds; and at the hole or place which was left to go in or out by the ladder, I had placed a kind of trap-door, which, if it had been attempted on the outside, would not have opened at all, but would have fallen down, and made a great noise; and as to weapons, I took them all into my side every night.

The next day after I got home with him, I started thinking about where I should keep him. To make sure he was comfortable while keeping myself at ease, I built a small tent for him in the empty space between my two fortifications—on the inside of the second wall and on the outside of the first. Since there was an entrance into my cave, I created a proper frame for a door and made a board door to go with it, setting it up in the passage just inside the entrance. I designed the door to open inward, and at night, I locked it, taking in my ladders as well. This way, Friday couldn't reach me inside my innermost wall without making so much noise getting over that it would definitely wake me up. My first wall now had a complete roof made of long poles, covering my entire tent and leaning against the hillside, which was then layered with smaller sticks instead of laths and thatched with a thick layer of rice straw, which was as strong as reeds. For the spot I left to enter or exit with the ladder, I set up a kind of trapdoor that wouldn’t open if someone tried to access it from the outside; instead, it would fall down and make a loud noise. As for weapons, I took them all inside with me every night.

But I needed none of all this precaution; for never man had a more faithful, loving, sincere servant than Friday was to me; without passions, sullenness, or designs, perfectly obliged and engaged; his very affections were tied to me, like those of a child to a father; and I dare say he would have sacrificed his life for the saving mine, upon any occasion whatsoever.277 The many testimonies he gave me of this put it out of doubt, and soon convinced me that I needed to use no precautions as to my safety on his account.

But I didn’t need any of this caution because no one could ask for a more loyal, loving, and honest servant than Friday was to me. He was free of any emotions, sulkiness, or ulterior motives; he was completely devoted and committed. His feelings for me were like those of a child for a parent, and I’m sure he would have given his life to save mine in any situation. The many ways he showed me this left no doubt and quickly convinced me that I didn’t need to worry about my safety around him.277

This frequently gave me occasion to observe, and that with wonder, that however it had pleased God, in His providence, and in the government of the works of His hands, to take from so great a part of the world of His creatures the best uses to which their faculties and the powers of their souls are adapted, yet that He has bestowed upon them the same powers, the same reason, the same affections, the same sentiments of kindness and obligation, the same passions and resentments of wrongs, the same sense of gratitude, sincerity, fidelity, and all the capacities of doing good, and receiving good, that He has given to us; and that when He pleases to offer to them occasions of exerting these, they are as ready, nay, more ready, to apply them to the right uses for which they were bestowed than we are. And this made me very melancholy sometimes, in reflecting, as the several occasions presented, how mean a use we make of all these, even though we have these powers enlightened by the great lamp of instruction, the Spirit of God, and by the knowledge of His Word added to our understanding; and why it has pleased God to hide the life saving knowledge from so many millions of souls, who, if I might judge by this poor savage, would make a much better use of it than we did.

This often made me wonder how, despite God's plan in managing His creations, He has taken away from so many of His creatures the best opportunities to use their abilities and the strengths of their souls. Yet He still grants them the same powers, reason, feelings, kindness, sense of duty, passions, and grievances, along with gratitude, sincerity, loyalty, and all the capabilities for doing and receiving good that He has given us. When He provides them with chances to use these abilities, they seem even more willing to put them to good use than we are. This sometimes made me feel quite sad as I reflected on how poorly we utilize these gifts, even though our abilities are illuminated by the divine insight of the Spirit of God and the knowledge of His Word that enhances our understanding. I also wondered why God has chosen to keep life-saving knowledge hidden from so many souls who, judging by this simple person, might have made much better use of it than we did.

From hence, I sometimes was led too far to invade the sovereignty of Providence, and as it were arraign the justice of so arbitrary a disposition of things, that should hide that light from some, and reveal it to others, and yet expect a like278 duty from both. But I shut it up, and checked my thoughts with this conclusion: first, that we did not know by what light and law these should be condemned; but that as God was necessarily, and by the nature of His being, infinitely holy and just, so it could not be but that if these creatures were all sentenced to absence from Himself, it was on account of sinning against that light, which, as the Scripture says, was a law to themselves, and by such rules as their consciences would acknowledge to be just, though the foundation was not discovered to us; and, second, that still, as we are all the clay in the hand of the potter, no vessel could say to Him, “Why hast Thou formed me thus?”

From here, I sometimes went too far in questioning the authority of Providence, almost putting its fairness on trial for having hidden the truth from some while revealing it to others, and still expecting the same level of responsibility from both. But I contained those thoughts and settled on this conclusion: first, that we didn't know by what standards these individuals should be judged; however, since God is necessarily and by His very nature infinitely holy and just, it must be that if these beings are all kept away from Him, it is because they have sinned against that truth, which, as Scripture states, serves as their own law, according to principles that their consciences would accept as fair, even if the underlying reasons are not clear to us; and second, that since we are all clay in the hands of the potter, no vessel can say to Him, “Why did You make me like this?”

But to return to my new companion. I was greatly delighted with him, and made it my business to teach him everything that was proper to make him useful, handy, and helpful; but especially to make him speak, and understand me when I spake. And he was the aptest scholar that ever was; and particularly was so merry, so constantly diligent, and so pleased when he could but understand me, or make me understand him, that it was very pleasant to me to talk to him. And now my life began to be so easy, that I began to say to myself, that could I but have been safe from more savages, I cared not if I was never to remove from the place while I lived.

But let's get back to my new companion. I was really excited about him and made it my mission to teach him everything that would make him useful, handy, and helpful; especially to make him speak and understand me when I talked. He was the quickest learner there ever was; he was always cheerful, consistently hardworking, and so happy whenever he could understand me or make me understand him, that it became very enjoyable for me to talk to him. My life started to feel so easy that I began to think that if I could just be safe from more savages, I wouldn't mind if I never had to leave this place for the rest of my life.


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After I had been two or three days returned to my castle, I thought that, in order to bring Friday off from his horrid way of feeding, and from the relish of a cannibal’s stomach, I ought to let him taste other flesh; so I took him out with me one morning to the woods. I went, indeed, intending to kill a kid out of my own flock, and bring him home and dress it; but as I was going, I saw a she-goat lying down in the shade, and two young kids sitting by her. I caught hold of Friday. “Hold,” says I, “stand still,” and made signs to him not to stir. Immediately I presented my piece, shot and killed one of the kids. The poor creature, who had, at a distance indeed, seen me kill the savage his enemy, but did not know, or could imagine, how it was done, was sensibly surprised, trembled and shook, and looked so amazed, that I thought he would have sunk down. He did not see the kid I had shot at, or perceive I had killed it, but ripped up his waistcoat to feel if he was not wounded; and, as I found presently, thought I was resolved to kill him; for he came and kneeled down to me, and embracing my knees, said a great many things I did not understand; but I could easily see that the meaning was to pray me not to kill him.

After I had been back at my castle for two or three days, I thought that in order to get Friday away from his awful way of eating and the taste of a cannibal's stomach, I should let him try some different meat. So one morning, I took him out to the woods with me. I was planning to kill a kid from my own flock and bring it back home to prepare, but as I was walking, I saw a she-goat resting in the shade with two young kids beside her. I grabbed Friday. “Wait,” I said, “stand still,” and gestured for him not to move. Then I aimed my gun, shot, and killed one of the kids. The poor creature, who had seen me kill his enemy from a distance but couldn’t understand how it happened, was clearly shocked; he trembled and looked so astonished that I thought he would collapse. He didn’t see the kid I had shot or realize it was dead, but he opened his shirt to check if he was hurt. As I found out shortly after, he thought I was going to kill him, because he came over, knelt down, hugged my knees, and said a lot of things I couldn’t understand; but it was clear he was begging me not to harm him.

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I soon found a way to convince him that I would do him no harm; and taking him up by the hand, laughed at him, and pointing to the kid which I had killed, beckoned to him to run and fetch it, which he did; and while he was wondering, and looking to see how the creature was killed, I loaded my gun again; and by and by I saw a great fowl, like a hawk, sit upon a tree, within shot; so, to let Friday understand a little what I would do, I called him to me again, pointing at the fowl, which was indeed a parrot, though I thought it had been a hawk; I say, pointing to the parrot, and to my gun, and to the ground under the parrot, to let him see I would make it fall, I made him understand that I would shoot and kill that bird. Accordingly I fired, and bade him look, and immediately he saw the parrot fall. He stood like one frightened again, notwithstanding all I had said to him; and I found he was the more amazed, because he did not see me put anything into the gun, but thought that there must be some wonderful fund of death and destruction in that thing, able to kill man, beast, bird, or anything near or far off; and the astonishment this created in him was such as could not wear off for a long time; and I believe, if I would have let him, he would have worshipped me and my gun. As for the gun itself, he would not so much as touch it for several days after; but would speak to it, and talk to it, as if it had answered him, when he was by himself; which, as I afterwards learned of him, was to desire it not to kill him.

I quickly figured out how to convince him that I wouldn’t hurt him. I took him by the hand, laughed, and pointed to the kid I had killed, signaling him to go and get it, which he did. While he was curious and looking at how the animal was killed, I reloaded my gun. Eventually, I spotted a large bird, similar to a hawk, sitting in a tree within range. To help Friday understand what I was about to do, I called him over and pointed at the bird, which was actually a parrot, although I thought it was a hawk. I pointed to the parrot, my gun, and the ground below the parrot to show him I was going to shoot it. I fired, told him to watch, and he immediately saw the parrot fall. He stood there, looking scared again, despite everything I had told him. I realized he was even more amazed because he hadn’t seen me load the gun and thought there must be something incredible about it that could kill anything nearby or far away. The shock this caused him lasted a long time, and I believe that if I had let him, he would have worshipped me and my gun. As for the gun itself, he wouldn’t even touch it for several days afterward; instead, he would talk to it as if it could respond while he was alone, which I later learned was him asking it not to harm him.

Well, after his astonishment was a little over at this, I pointed to him to run and fetch the bird I had shot, which he281 did, but stayed some time; for the parrot, not being quite dead, fluttered a good way off from the place where she fell. However, he found her, took her up, and brought her to me; and as I had perceived his ignorance about the gun before, I took this advantage to charge the gun again, and not let him see me do it, that I might be ready for any other mark that might present. But nothing more offered at that time; so I brought home the kid, and the same evening I took the skin off, and cut it out as well as I could; and having a pot for that purpose, I boiled or stewed some of the flesh, and made some very good broth; and after I had begun to eat some, I gave some to my man, who seemed very glad of it, and liked it very well; but that which was strangest to him, was to see me eat salt with it. He made a sign to me that the salt was not good to eat, and putting a little into his own mouth, he seemed to nauseate it, and would spit and sputter at it, washing his mouth with fresh water after it. On the other hand, I took some meat in my mouth without salt, and I pretended to spit and sputter for want of salt, as fast as he had done at the salt. But it would not do; he would never care for salt with his meat or in his broth; at least, not a great while, and then but a very little.

Well, after his surprise wore off a bit, I signaled for him to go and get the bird I had shot, which he did, but it took him a while; the parrot wasn’t completely dead and had flapped a good distance away from where it fell. However, he found her, picked her up, and brought her to me. Since I had noticed his lack of knowledge about the gun earlier, I took this chance to reload it without him seeing, so I’d be ready for any other target that might show up. But nothing else came by at that time, so I headed home with the kid. That same evening, I skinned it and cut it as neatly as I could. I had a pot for that purpose, so I boiled or stewed some of the meat and made some really good broth. After I started eating some, I gave some to my man, who seemed very happy with it and liked it a lot; but the strangest part for him was seeing me eat it with salt. He gestured that the salt wasn’t good to eat, and when he put a little in his mouth, he acted disgusted and spat it out, rinsing his mouth with fresh water afterward. On the other hand, I took some meat without salt and faked spitting and sputtering, just like he had done with the salt. But it didn’t work; he never really cared for salt with his meat or in his broth, at least not for a long time, and even then, just a tiny bit.

Having thus fed him with boiled meat and broth, I was resolved to feast him the next day with roasting a piece of the kid. This I did by hanging it before the fire in a string, as I had seen many people do in England, setting two poles up, one on each side of the fire, and one cross on the top, and tying the string to the cross stick, letting the meat turn continually.

Having fed him boiled meat and broth, I decided to treat him the next day by roasting a piece of the kid. I did this by hanging it in front of the fire on a string, like I had seen many people do in England. I set up two poles, one on each side of the fire, with one pole across the top, and tied the string to the cross pole, letting the meat turn constantly.

This Friday admired very much. But when he came to taste282 the flesh, he took so many ways to tell me how well he liked it, that I could not but understand him; and at last he told me he would never eat man’s flesh any more, which I was very glad to hear.

This Friday was really impressed. But when he got a chance to taste282 the meat, he went on and on about how much he enjoyed it, so I couldn't help but understand him; and finally, he said he would never eat human flesh again, which I was really happy to hear.

The next day I set him to work to beating some corn out, and sifting it in the manner I used to do, as I observed before; and he soon understood how to do it as well as I, especially after he had seen what the meaning of it was, and that it was to make bread of; for after that I let him see me make my bread, and bake it too; and in a little time Friday was able to do all the work for me, as well as I could do it myself.

The next day, I had him start working on beating some corn out and sifting it the way I used to, as I mentioned before; he quickly figured out how to do it just as well as I did, especially after he understood what it was for and that it was to make bread; after that, I showed him how to make my bread and bake it too; before long, Friday was able to handle all the work for me, just as I could do it myself.

I began now to consider that, having two mouths to feed instead of one, I must provide more ground for my harvest, and plant a larger quantity of corn than I used to do; so I marked out a larger piece of land, and began the fence in the same manner as before, in which Friday not only worked very willingly and very hard, but did it very cheerfully; and I told him what it was for; that it was for corn to make more bread, because he was now with me, and that I might have enough for him and myself too. He appeared very sensible of that part, and let me know that he thought I had much more labor upon me on his account, than I had for myself; and that he would work the harder for me, if I would tell him what to do.

I started to realize that since I had two mouths to feed instead of one, I needed to cultivate more land for my crops and plant more corn than I had before. So, I outlined a larger area and began building the fence just like I had done in the past. Friday not only worked willingly and hard but did so with a cheerful attitude. I explained to him that the corn was to make more bread because he was now with me, and I wanted to make sure there was enough for both of us. He seemed to understand that I had a lot more work to do because of him than I did for myself, and he said he would work even harder for me if I told him what needed to be done.

This was the pleasantest year of all the life I led in this place. Friday began to talk pretty well, and understand the names of almost everything I had occasion to call for, and of every place I had to send him to, and talk a great deal to me; so that, in short, I began now to have some use for my tongue283 again, which, indeed, I had very little occasion for before, that is to say, about speech. Besides the pleasure of talking to him, I had a singular satisfaction in the fellow himself. His simple, unfeigned honesty appeared to me more and more every day, and I began really to love the creature; and, on his side, I believed he loved me more than it was possible for him ever to love anything before.

This was the best year of my life in this place. Friday started to speak pretty well and understood the names of almost everything I needed, as well as all the places I had to send him. He talked a lot with me; so, in short, I finally began to use my voice again, which I hadn’t done much before, at least in terms of conversation. Besides the enjoyment of talking to him, I found a unique satisfaction in him as a person. His simple, genuine honesty became more appealing to me every day, and I really started to care for him. I also believed he loved me more than he had ever loved anything else.283

I had a mind once to try if he had any hankering inclination for his own country again; and having taught him English so well that he could answer me almost any questions, I asked him whether the nation that he belonged to never conquered in battle? At which he smiled, and said, “Yes, yes, we always fight the better”; that is, he meant, always get the better in fight; and so we began the following discourse: “You always fight the better,” said I. “How came you to be taken prisoner then, Friday?”

I once thought about seeing if he had any desire to return to his own country. After I taught him English so well that he could answer almost any of my questions, I asked him if the nation he belonged to had ever won a battle. He smiled and said, “Yes, yes, we always fight better,” meaning that they always come out on top in fights. This led to our next conversation: “You always fight better,” I said. “So how did you end up being taken prisoner, Friday?”

Friday. My nation beat much for all that.

Friday. My country struggled a lot for all of that.

Master. How beat? If your nation beat them, how came you to be taken?

Master. How were you defeated? If your country won, how did you get captured?

Friday. They more many than my nation in the place where me was; they take one, two, three, and me. My nation overbeat them in the yonder place, where me no was: there my nation take one, two, great thousand.

Friday. There were more of them than my people where I was; they took one, two, three, and me. My people defeated them in the other place, where I wasn’t: there my people took one, two, a great number.

Master. But why did not your side recover you from the hands of your enemies then?

Master. But why didn’t your side rescue you from the hands of your enemies back then?

Friday. They run one, two, three and me, and make go in the canoe; my nation have no canoe that time.

Friday. They paddle one, two, three, and me, and make us go in the canoe; my people didn’t have a canoe back then.

Master. Well, Friday, and what does your nation do with284 the men they take? Do they carry them away and eat them, as these did?

Master. So, Friday, what does your nation do with284 the men they capture? Do they take them away and eat them like these guys did?

Friday. Yes, my nation eat mans too; eat all up.

Friday. Yes, my people eat humans too; eat them all up.

Master. Where do they carry them?

Boss. Where do they carry them?

Friday. Go to other place, where they think.

Friday. Go to another place, where they think.

Master. Do they come hither?

Master. Are they coming here?

Friday. Yes, yes, they come hither; come other else place.

Friday. Yes, yes, they are coming here; come from somewhere else.

Master. Have you been here with them?

Master. Have you been here with them?

Friday. Yes, I been here. (Points to the N.W. side of the island, which, it seems, was their side.)

Friday. Yes, I've been here. (Points to the northwest side of the island, which seems to be their side.)

By this I understood that my man Friday had formerly been among the savages who used to come on shore on the farther part of the island, on the same man-eating occasions that he was now brought for; and, some time after, when I took the courage to carry him to that side, being the same I formerly mentioned, he presently knew the place, and told me he was there once when they ate up twenty men, two women, and one child. He could not tell twenty in English, but he numbered them by laying so many stones in a row, and pointing to me to tell them over.

By this, I understood that my man Friday had once been among the savages who used to come ashore on the far side of the island for the same cannibalistic reasons he was brought there now. Some time later, when I finally gathered the courage to take him to that side, the same one I mentioned earlier, he instantly recognized the place and told me he had been there when they ate twenty men, two women, and one child. He couldn't say "twenty" in English, but he counted them by placing that many stones in a row and pointed to me to say the numbers.

I have told this passage, because it introduces what follows; that after I had had this discourse with him, I asked him how far it was from our island to the shore, and whether the canoes were not often lost. He told me there was no danger, no canoes ever lost; but that, after a little way out to the sea, there was a current and a wind, always one way in the morning, the other in the afternoon.

I shared this part because it sets up what comes next; after our conversation, I asked him how far our island was from the shore and if canoes were often lost. He told me there was no danger, no canoes ever got lost; but that after a short distance out to sea, there was a current and a wind that always went one way in the morning and the opposite in the afternoon.

This I understood to be no more than the sets of the tide,285 as going out or coming in; but I afterwards understood it was occasioned by the great draught and reflux of the mighty river Orinoco, in the mouth or the gulf of which river, as I found afterwards, our island lay; and this land which I perceived to the W. and N.W. was the great island Trinidad, on the north point of the mouth of the river. I asked Friday a thousand questions about the country, the inhabitants, the sea, the coast, and what nations were near. He told me all he knew, with the greatest openness imaginable. I asked him the names of the several nations of his sort of people, but could get no other name than Caribs; from whence I easily understood that these were the Caribbees, which our maps place on the part of America which reaches from the mouth of the river Orinoco to Guiana, and onwards to St. Martha. He told me that up a great way beyond the moon, that was, beyond the setting of the moon, which must be W. from their country, there dwelt white-bearded men, like me, and pointed to my great whiskers, which I mentioned before; and that they had killed much mans, that was his word; by all which I understood he meant the Spaniards, whose cruelties in America had been spread over the whole countries, and was remembered by all the nations from father to son.

I realized this was just the tides coming in and out; but later I learned it was caused by the strong current of the mighty Orinoco River, which, as I discovered later, our island was located at the mouth of. The land I saw to the west and northwest was the large island of Trinidad, at the northern tip of the river's mouth. I asked Friday a ton of questions about the area, the people, the sea, the coast, and what nations were nearby. He answered me honestly and openly. I asked him the names of the different nations of his people, but he could only tell me the name Caribs; from that, I easily figured out they were the Caribbees, which our maps show as the part of America stretching from the mouth of the Orinoco River to Guiana and further to St. Martha. He told me that far to the west, beyond where the moon sets, there lived white-bearded men like me, pointing to my big beard, which I had mentioned earlier; and that they had killed many men—his words. From all of this, I understood he meant the Spaniards, whose brutal acts in America were known throughout the land and passed down from generation to generation.

I inquired if he could tell me how I might come from this island and get among those white men. He told me, “Yes, yes, I might go in two canoe.” I could not understand what he meant, or make him describe to me what he meant by two canoe; till at last, with great difficulty, I found he meant it must be in a large great boat, as big as two canoes.

I asked him if he could explain how I could leave this island and get to those white men. He said, “Yes, yes, I could go in two canoes.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about or get him to clarify what he meant by two canoes; finally, after a lot of struggle, I realized he meant it had to be in a big boat, as big as two canoes.

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This part of Friday’s discourse began to relish with me very well; and from this time I entertained some hopes that, one time or other, I might find an opportunity to make my escape from this place, and that this poor savage might be a means to help me to do it.

This part of Friday’s conversation started to resonate with me really well; and from that moment, I held onto some hope that, someday, I might find a chance to escape from this place, and that this poor native might help me do it.

During the long time that Friday had now been with me, and that he began to speak to me, and understand me, I was not wanting to lay a foundation of religious knowledge in his mind; particularly I asked him one time, Who made him? The poor creature did not understand me at all, but thought I had asked who was his father. But I took it by another handle, and asked him who made the sea, the ground we walked on, and the hills and woods? He told me it was one old Benamuckee, that lived beyond all. He could describe nothing of this great person, but that he was very old, much older, he said, than the sea or the land, than the moon or the stars. I asked him then, if this old person had made all things, why did not all things worship him? He looked very grave, and with a perfect look of innocence said, “All things do say O to him.” I asked him if the people who die in his country went away anywhere? He said, “Yes, they all went to Benamuckee.” Then I asked him whether these they ate up went thither too? He said “Yes.”

During the time that Friday had been with me, and when he started to speak to me and understand me, I wanted to establish a foundation of religious knowledge in his mind. One time, I asked him who made him. The poor guy didn’t understand me at all and thought I was asking about his father. So, I approached it differently and asked him who made the sea, the ground we walked on, and the hills and woods. He told me it was one old Benamuckee, who lived beyond everything. He couldn’t describe this great person, other than to say he was very old, much older than the sea or the land, the moon or the stars. I then asked him, if this old person made everything, why didn’t everything worship him? He looked very serious, and with a completely innocent expression said, “All things do say O to him.” I asked him if the people who die in his country go anywhere. He said, “Yes, they all go to Benamuckee.” Then I asked him if those who were eaten also went there. He replied, “Yes.”

From these things I began to instruct him in the knowledge of the true God. I told him that the great Maker of all things lived up there, pointing up towards heaven; that He governs the world by the same power and providence by which He made it; that He was omnipotent, could do everything for us, give287 everything to us, take everything from us; and thus, by degrees, I opened his eyes. He listened with great attention, and received with pleasure the notion of Jesus Christ being sent to redeem us, and of the manner of making our prayers to God, and His being able to hear us, even into heaven. He told me one day that if our God could hear us up beyond the sun, He must needs be a greater God than their Benamuckee, who lived but a little way off, and yet could not hear till they went up to the great mountains where he dwelt to speak to him. I asked him if he ever went thither to speak to him? He said, No; they never went that were young men; none went thither but the old men, whom he called their Oowokakee, that is, as I made him explain it to me, their religious, or clergy; and that they went to say O (so he called saying prayers), and then came back, and told them what Benamuckee said. But this I observed that there is priestcraft even amongst the most blinded, ignorant pagans in the world; and the policy of making a secret religion in order to preserve the veneration of the people to the clergy is not only to be found in the Roman, but perhaps among all religions in the world, even among the most brutish and barbarous savages.

From these things, I started to teach him about the true God. I told him that the great Maker of everything lived up there, pointing towards heaven; that He rules the world with the same power and care with which He created it; that He is all-powerful, capable of doing everything for us, giving us everything, and taking everything away; and little by little, I opened his eyes. He listened intently and was pleased to hear about Jesus Christ being sent to redeem us, the way to pray to God, and how He can hear us, even in heaven. One day, he told me that if our God could hear us beyond the sun, He must be greater than their Benamuckee, who lived nearby but couldn't hear them unless they went to the great mountains where he resided to speak to him. I asked him if he ever went there to talk to him. He said no; young men never went there; only the older men, whom he called their Oowokakee, which he explained meant their religious leaders or clergy; they went to say "O" (that's what he called saying prayers) and then came back to tell everyone what Benamuckee said. But I noticed that there is priestcraft even among the most blinded, ignorant pagans in the world; the idea of keeping a secret religion to maintain the people's respect for the clergy is not found only in Romanism but possibly in all religions worldwide, even among the most primitive and savage groups.

I endeavored to clear up this fraud to my man Friday, and told him that the pretense of their old men going up to the mountains to say O to their god Benamuckee was a cheat, and their bringing word from thence what he said was much more so; that if they met with any answer, or spoke with any one there, it must be with an evil spirit; and then I entered into a long discourse with him about the devil, the original of him, his288 rebellion against God, his enmity to man, the reason of it, his setting himself up in the dark parts of the world to be worshipped instead of God, and as God, and the many stratagems he made use of to delude mankind to their ruin; how he had a secret access to our passions and to our affections, to adapt his snares so to our inclinations, as to cause us even to be our own tempters, and to run upon our destruction by our own choice.

I tried to explain this deception to my man Friday and told him that the idea of their old men going up to the mountains to talk to their god Benamuckee was a scam, and their claims about what he said were even more so. If they received any message or spoke to anyone there, it had to be with an evil spirit. Then, I went into a long discussion with him about the devil, where he came from, his rebellion against God, his hatred for humans, the reasons behind it, his attempts to have people worship him instead of God and as if he were God, and the many tricks he used to mislead people to their downfall; how he had a sneaky way of getting into our passions and affections to tailor his traps to our desires, causing us to be our own tempters and to choose our own destruction.

I found it was not so easy to imprint right notions in his mind about the devil, as it was about the being of a God. Nature assisted all my arguments to evidence to him even the necessity of a great First Cause and overruling, governing Power, a secret directing Providence, and of the equity and justice of paying homage to Him that made us, and the like.

I realized it wasn’t as easy to instill the right ideas in his mind about the devil as it was about the existence of God. Nature supported all my arguments to show him the necessity of a great First Cause and a higher governing Power, a hidden guiding Providence, and the fairness and justice of giving respect to the one who created us, among other things.

But there appeared nothing of all this in the notion of an evil spirit; of his original, his being, his nature, and above all, of his inclination to do evil, and to draw us in to do so too; and the poor creature puzzled me once in such a manner by a question merely natural and innocent, that I scarce knew what to say to him. I had been talking a great deal to him of the power of God, His omnipotence, His dreadful aversion to sin, His being a consuming fire to the workers of iniquity; how, as He had made us all, He could destroy us and all the world in a moment; and he listened with great seriousness to me all the while.

But none of this was reflected in the idea of an evil spirit; not in its origins, existence, nature, or especially its tendency to do evil and lead us to do the same. The poor creature confused me once with a question that was completely natural and innocent, leaving me almost speechless. I had been talking a lot about God's power, His omnipotence, His intense dislike for sin, and how He is a consuming fire for those who commit wrongdoing; how, since He created us all, He could wipe us and the entire world out in an instant. He listened to me very seriously the whole time.

After this I had been telling him how the devil was God’s enemy in the hearts of men, and used all his malice and skill to defeat the good designs of Providence, and to ruin the kingdom of Christ in the world, and the like. “Well,” says Friday,289 “but you say God is so strong, so great; is He no much strong, much might as the devil?” “Yes, yes,” says I, “Friday, God is stronger than the devil; God is above the devil, and therefore we pray to God to tread him down under our feet, and enable us to resist his temptation, and quench his fiery darts.” “But,” says he again, “if God much strong, much might as the devil, why God no kill the devil, so make him no more do wicked?”

After that, I was explaining to him how the devil is God's enemy in people's hearts, and uses all his malice and skill to thwart the good plans of Providence and to ruin the kingdom of Christ in the world, and things like that. “Well,” says Friday,289 “but you say God is so strong, so great; is He as strong and as mighty as the devil?” “Yes, yes,” I say, “Friday, God is stronger than the devil; God is above the devil, and that's why we pray to God to crush him under our feet, and help us resist his temptations, and extinguish his fiery darts.” “But,” he says again, “if God is much stronger and mightier than the devil, why doesn't God just kill the devil, so he can't do wicked things anymore?”

I was strangely surprised at his question; and after all, though I was now an old man, yet I was but a young doctor, and ill enough qualified for a casuist, or a solver of difficulties; and at first I could not tell what to say; so I pretended not to hear him, and asked him what he said? But he was too earnest for an answer to forget his question, so that he repeated it in the very same broken words as above. By this time I had recovered myself a little, and I said, “God will at last punish him severely; he is reserved for the judgment, and is to be cast into the bottomless pit, to dwell with everlasting fire.” This did not satisfy Friday; but he returned upon me, repeating my words “Reserve at last! me no understand; but why not kill the devil now? not kill great ago?” “You may as well ask me,” said I, “why God does not kill you and I, when we do wicked things here that offend Him; we are preserved to repent and be pardoned.” He muses awhile at this. “Well, well,” says he, mighty affectionately, “that well; so you, I, devil, all wicked, all preserve, repent, God pardon all.” Here I was run down again by him to the last degree, and it was a testimony to me how the mere notions of nature, though they will guide reasonable creatures to the knowledge of a God, and of a worship290 or homage due to the supreme being of God, as the consequence of our nature, yet nothing but Divine revelation can form the knowledge of Jesus Christ, and of a redemption purchased for us, of a Mediator of the new covenant, and of an Intercessor at the footstool of God’s throne; I say, nothing but a revelation from heaven can form these in the soul, and that therefore the Gospel of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I mean the Word of God, and the Spirit of God, promised for the guide and sanctifier of His people, are the absolutely necessary instructors of the souls of men in the saving knowledge of God, and the means of salvation.

I was oddly taken aback by his question; and even though I was now an old man, I was still a young doctor, not very well equipped to handle complex issues or solve problems. At first, I didn't know how to respond, so I pretended I hadn't heard him and asked what he said. But he was too sincere to forget his question, so he repeated it in the exact same broken words. By this time, I had gathered myself a bit, and I said, “God will eventually punish him severely; he is reserved for judgment and will be thrown into the bottomless pit to be tormented by everlasting fire.” This didn't satisfy Friday, and he pressed on, repeating my words: “Reserve at last! Me no understand; but why not kill the devil now? Not kill great ago?” “You might as well ask me,” I replied, “why God doesn't kill you and me when we do wicked things here that offend Him; we are preserved to repent and be forgiven.” He thought about this for a bit. “Well, well,” he said, very affectionately, “that well; so you, I, devil, all wicked, all preserved, repent, God pardon all.” Here I was once again outmatched by him, and it highlighted to me how the basic concepts of nature may lead reasonable beings to understand the existence of God and the worship or reverence owed to the supreme being, as a natural consequence. Still, only Divine revelation can provide knowledge of Jesus Christ, the redemption He purchased for us, the Mediator of the new covenant, and the Intercessor at God's throne. I believe that nothing but a revelation from heaven can instill these truths in the soul, which is why the Gospel of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, meaning the Word of God and the Spirit of God promised to guide and sanctify His people, is absolutely necessary for teaching people about the saving knowledge of God and the means of salvation.

I therefore diverted the present discourse between me and my man, rising up hastily, as upon some sudden occasion of going out; then sending him for something a good way off, I seriously prayed to God that He would enable me to instruct savingly this poor savage, assisting, by His Spirit, the heart of the poor ignorant creature to receive the light of the knowledge of God in Christ, reconciling him to Himself, and would guide me to speak so to him from the Word of God as his conscience might be convinced, his eyes opened, and his soul saved. When he came again to me, I entered into a long discourse with him upon the subject of the redemption of man by the Savior of the world, and of the doctrine of the Gospel preached from heaven, viz., of repentance towards God, and faith in our blessed Lord Jesus. I then explained to him as well as I could why our blessed Redeemer took not on Him the nature of angels, but the seed of Abraham; and how, for that reason, the fallen angels had no share in the redemption; that He came291 only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel, and the like.

I then shifted the conversation between me and my man, getting up quickly as if I had a sudden reason to go out. After sending him for something a good distance away, I earnestly prayed to God to help me guide this poor savage, asking for His Spirit to touch the heart of this ignorant person so he could understand the light of God's knowledge in Christ, be reconciled to Him, and help me speak in a way that would convince his conscience, open his eyes, and save his soul. When he returned, I engaged him in a lengthy discussion about humanity's redemption through the Savior of the world and the Gospel's teachings from heaven, specifically about repentance towards God and faith in our blessed Lord Jesus. I then explained to him as best as I could why our blessed Redeemer didn’t take on the nature of angels, but instead the seed of Abraham, and how that’s why the fallen angels had no part in the redemption, emphasizing that He came only for the lost sheep of the house of Israel, and so on.

I had, God knows, more sincerity than knowledge in all the methods I took for this poor creature’s instruction, and must acknowledge, what I believe all that act upon the same principle will find, that in laying things open to him, I really informed and instructed myself in many things that either I did not know, or had not fully considered before, but which occurred naturally to my mind upon my searching into them for the information of this poor savage. And I had more affection in my inquiry after things upon this occasion than ever I felt before; so that whether this poor wild wretch was the better for me or no, I had great reason to be thankful that ever he came to me. My grief set lighter upon me, my habitation grew comfortable to me beyond measure; and when I reflected, that in this solitary life which I had been confined to, I had not only been moved myself to look up to heaven, and to seek to the Hand that had brought me there, but was now to be made an instrument, under Providence, to save the life, and, for aught I know, the soul of a poor savage, and bring him to the true knowledge of religion, and of the Christian doctrine, that he might know Christ Jesus, to know whom is life eternal;—I say, when I reflected upon all these things, a secret joy ran through every part of my soul, and I frequently rejoiced that ever I was brought to this place, which I had so often thought the most dreadful of all afflictions that could possibly have befallen me.

I had, God knows, more honesty than knowledge in all the ways I tried to teach this poor person, and I have to admit, as I think anyone else in the same position would find, that by laying things out for him, I actually learned a lot myself about things I either didn’t know or hadn’t fully considered before, but which naturally came to mind as I searched for answers to help this poor savage. I had more passion for inquiry on this occasion than I had ever felt before; so whether this poor wild person benefited from me or not, I had every reason to be thankful he came to me. My grief felt lighter, and my living situation became incredibly comfortable; and when I thought about how this solitary life I had been living had not only prompted me to look up to heaven and seek the Hand that had placed me here, but now I was to become an instrument of Providence to save the life, and possibly the soul, of a poor savage, and guide him to the true knowledge of religion and Christian teachings, so he could know Christ Jesus, who is eternal life;—I mean, when I thought about all these things, a deep joy filled every part of my soul, and I often felt grateful that I had been brought to this place, which I had previously considered to be the worst affliction that could have ever happened to me.

In this thankful frame I continued all the remainder of my time, and the conversation which employed the hours between292 Friday and me was such, as made the three years which we lived there together perfectly and completely happy, if any such thing as complete happiness can be formed in a sublunary state. The savage was now a good Christian, a much better than I; though I have reason to hope, and bless God for it, that we were equally penitent, and comforted, restored penitents. We had here the Word of God to read, and no farther off from His Spirit to instruct than if we had been in England.

In this grateful state of mind, I spent the rest of my time, and the conversations that filled the hours between292 Friday and me were such that the three years we lived there together were perfectly and completely happy—if such a thing as complete happiness can exist in this world. The savage had now become a good Christian, even better than I; though I have reason to hope, and thank God for it, that we were both equally penitent and comforted, restored penitents. We had the Word of God to read and were no further from His Spirit guiding us than if we had been in England.

I always applied myself to reading the Scripture, to let him know, as well as I could, the meaning of what I read; and he again, by his serious inquiries and questions, made me, as I said before, a much better scholar in the Scripture-knowledge than I should ever have been by my own private mere reading. Another thing I cannot refrain from observing here also, from experience in this retired part of my life, viz., how infinite and inexpressible a blessing it is that the knowledge of God, and of the doctrine of salvation by Christ Jesus, is so plainly laid down in the Word of God, so easy to be received and understood; that as the bare reading the Scripture made me capable of understanding enough of my duty to carry me directly on to the great work of repentance for my sins, and laying hold of a Savior for life and salvation, to a stated reformation in practice, and obedience to all God’s commands, and this without any teacher or instructor (I mean human); so the same plain instruction sufficiently served to the enlightening this savage creature, and bringing him to be such a Christian, as I have known few equal to him in my life.

I always dedicated myself to reading the Bible, trying to understand as much as I could of what I read; and he, by asking serious questions, made me much more knowledgeable about the Scriptures than I would have been through my own private reading. One more thing I can't help but mention from my experience in this quiet part of my life is how incredibly blessed we are that the knowledge of God and the doctrine of salvation through Christ Jesus are so clearly laid out in the Word of God, making them easy to grasp and understand. Just reading the Bible enabled me to understand enough about my duty that it led me straight to the essential work of repenting for my sins and seeking a Savior for life and salvation, leading to a consistent change in my actions and obedience to all of God’s commands, all without any human teachers. Similarly, that same clear instruction helped enlighten this rough individual and transformed him into a Christian that I have rarely seen the likes of in my life.

As to all the disputes, wranglings, strife, and contention293 which has happened in the world about religion, whether niceties in doctrines, or schemes of Church government, they were all perfectly useless to us; as, for aught I can yet see, they have been to all the rest in the world. We had the sure guide to heaven, viz., the Word of God; and we had, blessed be God, comfortable views of the Spirit of God teaching and instructing us by His Word, leading us into all truth, and making us both willing and obedient to the instruction of His Word; and I cannot see the least use that the greatest knowledge of the disputed points in religion, which have made such confusions in the world would have been to us if we could have obtained it. But I must go on with the historical part of things and take every part in its order.

Regarding all the arguments, disputes, conflicts, and disagreements that have occurred in the world about religion, whether they involve differences in beliefs or church governance, they have all been completely useless to us; as far as I can see, they have been to everyone else too. We had the sure guide to heaven, which is the Word of God; and we had, thank God, comforting insights from the Spirit of God teaching and guiding us through His Word, leading us into all truth, and making us willing and obedient to His teachings. I fail to see how the deepest understanding of the controversial issues in religion that have caused such chaos in the world would have benefited us if we could have grasped it. But I need to continue with the historical part of things and address each section in its proper order.


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After Friday and I became more intimately acquainted and that he could understand almost all I said to him, and speak fluently, though in broken English, to me, I acquainted him with my own story, or at least so much of it as related to my coming into the place; how I had lived there, and how long. I let him into the mystery, for such it was to him, of gunpowder and bullet, and taught him how to shoot; I gave him a knife, which he was wonderfully delighted with, and I made him a belt, with a frog hanging to it, such as in England we wear hangers in; and in the frog, instead of a hanger, I gave him a hatchet, which was not only as good a weapon, in some cases, but much more useful upon other occasions.

After Friday and I got to know each other better and he started to understand almost everything I said, as well as speak to me fluently, though in broken English, I shared my own story with him, or at least the parts that explained how I ended up there; how long I had lived there, and my experiences. I revealed the mystery of gunpowder and bullets to him and taught him how to shoot. I gave him a knife, which he was incredibly happy about, and I made him a belt with a frog attached to it, similar to the hangers we wear in England; instead of a hanger, I gave him a hatchet, which was just as good a weapon in some situations and much more useful at other times.

I described to him the country of Europe, and particularly England, which I came from; how we lived, how we worshipped God, how we behaved to one another, and how we traded in ships to all parts of the world. I gave him an account of the wreck which I had been on board of, and showed him, as near as I could, the place where she lay; but she was all beaten in pieces before, and gone.

I told him about Europe, especially England, where I came from; how we lived, how we worshipped God, how we treated each other, and how we traded by ship all over the world. I recounted the shipwreck I had experienced and pointed out, as best as I could, where it had happened; but it was completely shattered beforehand and was gone.

I showed him the ruins of our boat, which we lost when we295 escaped, and which I could not stir with my whole strength then, but was now fallen almost all to pieces. Upon seeing this boat, Friday stood musing a great while, and said nothing. I asked him what it was he studied upon. At last says he, “Me see such boat like come to place at my nation.”

I showed him the wreck of our boat, which we lost when we295 escaped, and which I couldn't move with all my strength back then, but was now practically in ruins. When Friday saw this boat, he stood there thinking for quite a while and said nothing. I asked him what he was pondering. Finally, he said, “I see a boat like this come to my country.”

I did not understand him a good while; but at last, when I had examined farther into it, I understood by him that a boat such as that had been, came on shore upon the country where he lived; that is, as he explained it, was driven thither by stress of weather.

I didn't understand him for quite a while; but eventually, when I looked into it more, I got from him that a boat like that had washed ashore on the land where he lived; that is, as he explained, it was pushed there by bad weather.

I presently imagined that some European ship must have been cast away upon their coast, and the boat might get loose and drive ashore; but was so dull, that I never once thought of men making escape from a wreck thither, much less whence they might come; so I only inquired after a description of the boat.

I imagined that some European ship must have wrecked on their coast, and the boat might have come loose and washed ashore; but I was so dull that I never even thought about people escaping from a wreck there, let alone where they might have come from; so I just asked for a description of the boat.

Friday described the boat to me well enough; but brought me better to understand him when he added with some warmth, “We save the white mans from drown.” Then I presently asked him if there was any white mans, as he called them, in the boat. “Yes,” he said, “the boat full of white mans.” I asked him how many. He told upon his fingers seventeen. I asked him then what became of them. He told me, “They live, they dwell at my nation.”

Friday described the boat to me pretty clearly, but helped me understand him better when he added with some enthusiasm, “We save the white men from drowning.” I then asked him if there were any white men, as he called them, in the boat. “Yes,” he said, “the boat is full of white men.” I asked him how many. He counted on his fingers and said seventeen. I then asked him what happened to them. He told me, “They live, they stay in my nation.”

This put new thoughts into my head; for I presently imagined that these might be the men belonging to the ship that was cast away in sight of my island, as I now call it; and who, after the ship was struck on the rock, and they saw her inevitably296 lost, had saved themselves in their boat, and were landed upon that wild shore among the savages.

This got me thinking; I started to picture that these could be the men from the ship that sank near my island, as I now refer to it. After the ship hit the rocks and they realized it was doomed, they probably escaped in their boat and ended up on that wild shore among the savages.

Upon this I inquired of him more critically what was become of them. He assured me they lived still there; that they had been there about four years; that the savages let them alone, and gave them victuals to live. I asked him how it came to pass they did not kill them, and eat them. He said, “No, they make brother with them;” that is, as I understood him, a truce; and then he added, “They no eat mans but when make the war fight;” that is to say, they never eat any men but such as come to fight with them and are taken in battle.

Upon this, I asked him more critically what had happened to them. He assured me they were still living there, that they had been there for about four years, and that the natives left them alone and provided them with food to survive. I asked him why they didn’t kill them and eat them. He said, “No, they make peace with them;” which I understood to mean a truce, and then he added, “They don’t eat men except when they’re at war;” meaning they only eat those who come to fight and are captured in battle.

It was after this some considerable time, that being on the top of the hill, at the east side of the island (from whence, as I have said, I had in a clear day discovered the main or continent of America), Friday, the weather being very serene, looks very earnestly towards the mainland, and, in a kind of surprise, falls a-jumping and dancing, and calls out to me, for I was at some distance from him. I asked him what was the matter? “O joy!” says he, “O glad! there see my country, there my nation!”

It was some time later, while I was on top of the hill on the east side of the island (from where, as I mentioned, I had spotted the mainland of America on a clear day), Friday, with the weather being very calm, looked intensely toward the mainland, and in a bit of surprise, started jumping and dancing, calling out to me since I was a bit away from him. I asked him what was going on. “Oh joy!” he exclaimed, “Oh happiness! There is my country, there is my people!”

I observed an extraordinary sense of pleasure appeared in his face, and his eyes sparkled, and his countenance discovered a strange eagerness, as if he had a mind to be in his own country again; and this observation of mine put a great many thoughts into me, which made me at first not so easy about my new man Friday as I was before; and I made no doubt but that if Friday could get back to his own nation again, he would not only forget all his religion, but all his obligation to me; and would be forward enough to give his countrymen an account of297 me, and come back perhaps with a hundred or two of them, and make a feast upon me, at which he might be as merry as he used to be with those of his enemies, when they were taken in war.

I noticed an incredible look of joy on his face, his eyes sparkling, and his expression revealing a strange eagerness, as if he really wanted to be back in his home country. This made me think a lot, and I became less comfortable about my new companion, Friday, than I had been before. I couldn't shake the feeling that if Friday got back to his own people, he would not only forget all about his religion but also forget his obligation to me. I worried he might eagerly tell his countrymen about me and return with a hundred or so of them, ready to celebrate at my expense, just like he used to when his enemies were captured in war.297

But I wronged the poor honest creature very much, for which I was very sorry afterwards. However, as my jealousy increased, and held me some weeks, I was a little more circumspect, and not so familiar and kind to him as before; in which I was certainly in the wrong too, the honest, grateful creature having no thought about it but what consisted with the best principles, both as a religious Christian and as a grateful friend, as appeared afterwards to my full satisfaction.

But I really mistreated that poor honest person, and I felt terrible about it afterwards. However, as my jealousy grew and lasted for a few weeks, I became more cautious and wasn't as friendly and kind to him as I had been before. I was definitely wrong in that too, since the honest, grateful person only thought about what was in line with the best values, both as a faithful Christian and as a thankful friend, which showed later to my complete satisfaction.

While my jealousy of him lasted, you may be sure I was every day pumping him, to see if he would discover any of the new thoughts which I suspected were in him; but I found everything he said was so honest and so innocent, that I could find nothing to nourish my suspicion; and, in spite of all my uneasiness, he made me at last entirely his own again, nor did he in the least perceive that I was uneasy, and therefore I could not suspect him of deceit.

While I was jealous of him, you can be sure that every day I was trying to see if he would reveal any of the new ideas I thought he might have. But everything he said was so genuine and so innocent that I couldn’t find anything to support my suspicion. Despite all my anxiety, he eventually made me completely his again, and he didn’t notice that I was uneasy, so I couldn’t suspect him of being deceitful.

One day, walking up the same hill, but the weather being hazy at sea, so that we could not see the continent, I called to him, and said, “Friday, do not you wish yourself in your own country, your own nation?” “Yes,” he said, “I be much O glad to be at my own nation.” “What would you do there?” said I. “Would you turn wild again, eat men’s flesh again, and be a savage as you were before?” He looked full of concern, and shaking his head said, “No, no; Friday tell them to live good; tell them to pray God; tell them to eat corn-bread,298 cattle-flesh, milk, no eat man again.” “Why then,” said I to him, “they will kill you.” He looked grave at that, and then said, “No, they no kill me, they willing love learn.” He meant by this they would be willing to learn. He added, they learned much of the bearded mans that come in the boat. Then I asked him if he would go back to them? He smiled at that, and told me he could not swim so far. I told him I would make a canoe for him. He told me he would go, if I would go with him. “I go?” says I; “why, they will eat me if I come there.” “No, no,” says he, “me make they no eat you; me make they much love you.” He meant, he would tell them how I had killed his enemies, and saved his life, and so he would make them love me. Then he told me, as well as he could, how kind they were to seventeen white men, or bearded men, as he called them, who came on shore there in distress.

One day, while walking up the same hill, the weather was hazy at sea, so we couldn’t see the mainland. I called out to him and asked, “Friday, don’t you wish you were in your own country, your own nation?” “Yes,” he replied, “I would be very glad to be in my own nation.” “What would you do there?” I asked. “Would you go wild again, eat human flesh again, and be a savage like you were before?” He looked worried and shook his head, saying, “No, no; Friday tells them to live well; tell them to pray to God; tell them to eat corn bread,298 cattle flesh, milk, no more eating people.” “Then,” I said to him, “they will kill you.” He looked serious at that and said, “No, they won’t kill me, they will be happy to learn.” He meant they would be eager to learn. He added that they learned a lot from the bearded men who came in the boat. Then I asked him if he would go back to them. He smiled at that and said he couldn’t swim that far. I told him I would make a canoe for him. He said he would go if I went with him. “Me go?” I said; “but they will eat me if I go there.” “No, no,” he replied, “I’ll make sure they don’t eat you; I’ll make them love you.” He meant he would tell them how I had killed his enemies and saved his life, so he would make them like me. Then he explained, as best as he could, how kind they were to seventeen white men, or bearded men as he called them, who came ashore there in distress.

From this time I confess I had a mind to venture over, and see if I could possibly join with these bearded men, who, I made no doubt, were Spaniards or Portuguese; not doubting that, if I could, we might find some method to escape from thence, being upon the continent, and a good company together, better than I could from an island forty miles off the shore, and alone, without help. So, after some days, I took Friday to work again, by way of discourse, and told him I would give him a boat to go back to his own nation; and accordingly I carried him to my frigate, which lay on the other side of the island, and having cleared it of water, for I always kept it sunk in the water, I brought it out, showed it him, and we both went into it.

From that time on, I admit I wanted to take the risk and see if I could possibly team up with those bearded men, who I was sure were Spaniards or Portuguese. I was confident that if I could join them, we might find a way to escape from there, being on the continent and in good company, much better than trying to escape from an island forty miles off the coast, all alone and without help. So, after a few days, I got Friday to help me again by chatting, and I told him I would give him a boat to return to his own people. Therefore, I took him to my ship, which was on the other side of the island, and after clearing it of water—since I always kept it submerged—I brought it out, showed it to him, and we both got into it.

I found he was a most dexterous fellow at managing it, and299 would make it go almost as swift and fast again as I could. So when he was in I said to him, “Well now, Friday, shall we go to your nation?” He looked very dull at my saying so, which, it seems, was because he thought the boat too small to go so far. I told him then I had a bigger; so the next day I went to the place where the first boat lay which I had made, but which I could not get into the water. He said that was big enough; but then, as I had taken no care of it, and it had lain two or three and twenty years there, the sun had split and dried it, that it was in a manner rotten. Friday told me such a boat would do very well, and would carry “much enough victual, drink, bread;” that was his way of talking.

I found that he was really good at managing it, and299 could make it go almost as quickly as I could. So when he was around, I said to him, “Well now, Friday, should we go to your nation?” He looked very disappointed at my suggestion, which, it turned out, was because he thought the boat was too small to travel that far. I then told him I had a bigger one; so the next day, I went to the place where the first boat I made was, but I couldn't get it into the water. He said that was big enough; but since I hadn’t taken care of it and it had been sitting there for over twenty years, the sun had caused it to split and dry out, making it pretty much rotten. Friday told me that such a boat would be fine and could carry "plenty of food, drink, bread;" that was how he spoke.

Upon the whole, I was by this time so fixed upon my design of going over with him to the continent, that I told him we would go and make one as big as that, and he should go home in it. He answered not one word, but looked very grave and sad. I asked him what was the matter with him? He asked me again thus, “Why you angry mad with Friday? what me done?” I asked him what he meant. I told him I was not angry with him at all. “No angry! no angry!” says he, repeating the words several times. “Why send Friday home away to my nation?” “Why,” says I, “Friday, did you not say you wished you were there?” “Yes, yes,” says he, “wish be both there, no wish Friday there, no master there.” In a word, he would not think of going there without me. “I go there, Friday!” says I; “what shall I do there?” He turned very quick upon me at this: “You do great deal much good,” says he; “you teach wild mans to be good, sober, tame mans;300 you tell them know God, pray God, and live new life.” “Alas! Friday,” says I, “thou knowest not what thou sayest. I am but an ignorant man myself.” “Yes, yes,” says he, “you teachee me good, you teachee them good.” “No, no, Friday,” says I, “you shall go without me; leave me here to live by myself, as I did before.” He looked confused again at that word, and running to one of the hatchets which he used to wear, he takes it up hastily, comes and gives it me. “What must I do with this?” says I to him. “You take kill Friday,” says he. “What must I kill you for?” said I again. He returns very quick, “What you send Friday away for? Take kill Friday, no send Friday away.” This he spoke so earnestly, that I saw tears stand in his eyes. In a word, I so plainly discovered the utmost affection in him to me, and a firm resolution in him, that I told him then, and often after, that I would never send him away from me if he was willing to stay with me.

Overall, I had become so set on the idea of going to the continent with him that I told him we would go and make one as big as that, and he could go home in it. He didn’t say a word, but looked very serious and sad. I asked him what was bothering him. He asked me back, “Why are you angry at Friday? What did I do?” I asked him what he meant. I told him I wasn’t angry with him at all. “Not angry! Not angry!” he repeated several times. “Why are you sending Friday away to my nation?” “Well,” I said, “Friday, didn’t you say you wished you were there?” “Yes, yes,” he replied, “wish we could both be there, don’t wish Friday there, no master there.” In short, he wouldn’t think of going there without me. “I’m going there, Friday!” I said; “what would I do there?” He turned to me quickly and said, “You do a lot of good,” he said; “you teach wild men to be good, sober, tame men; you tell them to know God, pray to God, and live a new life.” “Oh! Friday,” I replied, “you don’t know what you’re saying. I’m just an ignorant man myself.” “Yes, yes,” he insisted, “you teach me good, you teach them good.” “No, no, Friday,” I said, “you should go without me; leave me here to live on my own, like I did before.” He looked confused again at that and ran to grab one of the hatchets he used to carry, picked it up quickly, and brought it to me. “What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked him. “You take it and kill Friday,” he said. “Why would I kill you?” I replied. He immediately responded, “Why are you sending Friday away? Don’t kill Friday, don’t send Friday away.” He spoke so earnestly that I saw tears in his eyes. In short, I clearly saw how much he cared for me and his strong determination, so I told him then, and often after, that I would never send him away from me if he was willing to stay with me.

Upon the whole, as I found by all his discourse a settled affection to me, and that nothing should part him from me, so I found all the foundation of his desire to go to his own country was laid in his ardent affection to the people, and his hopes of my doing them good; a thing which, as I had no notion of myself, so I had not the least thought or intention or desire of undertaking it. But still I found a strong inclination to my attempting an escape, as above, founded on the supposition gathered from the discourse, viz., that there were seventeen bearded men there; and, therefore, without any more delay I went to work with Friday to find out a great tree proper to fell, and make a large periagua, or canoe, to undertake the voyage.301 There were trees enough in the island to have built a little fleet, not of periaguas and canoes, but even of good large vessels. But the main thing I looked at was, to get one so near the water that we might launch it when it was made, to avoid the mistake I committed at first.

Overall, from all his conversations, I could tell he was genuinely attached to me, and that nothing would make him leave my side. His desire to return to his homeland was based on his deep affection for the people there and his hope that I could help them. I had no intention or desire to take on that responsibility myself. However, I felt a strong urge to try to escape, based on what I had gathered from our talks, specifically that there were seventeen bearded men waiting for us. So, without wasting any more time, I started working with Friday to find a large tree suitable for cutting down to make a big periagua, or canoe, for our journey.301 There were plenty of trees on the island, enough to build a whole fleet—not just periaguas and canoes, but even large ships. But the main thing I focused on was finding one close to the water so we could launch it once it was finished, to avoid the mistake I made the first time.

At last Friday pitched upon a tree, for I found he knew much better than I what kind of wood was fittest for it; nor can I tell, to this day, what wood to call the tree we cut down, except that it was very like the tree we call fustic, or between that and the Nicaragua wood, for it was much of the same color and smell. Friday was for burning the hollow or cavity of this tree out, to make it for a boat, but I showed him how rather to cut it out with tools; which, after I had showed him how to use, he did very handily; and in about a month’s hard labor we finished it, and made it very handsome; especially when, with our axes, which I showed him how to handle, we cut and hewed the outside into the true shape of a boat. After this, however, it cost us near a fortnight’s time to get her along, as it were inch by inch, upon great rollers into the water; but when she was in, she would have carried twenty men with great ease.

Finally, Friday decided on a tree, because he clearly knew much better than I did what type of wood was best for it. To this day, I can't even name the wood of the tree we cut down, but it was very similar to a tree called fustic, or something in between that and Nicaragua wood, since it had a similar color and smell. Friday wanted to burn out the hollow part of this tree to make it into a boat, but I showed him how to cut it out with tools instead. After I demonstrated how to use them, he did it quite skillfully. After about a month's hard work, we finished it and made it look great; especially when we shaped the outside into the true form of a boat with our axes, which I taught him to use. However, it took us nearly two weeks to move it little by little on large rollers into the water, but once it was in, it could easily carry twenty men.

When she was in the water, and though she was so big, it amazed me to see with what dexterity, and how swift my man Friday would manage her, turn her, and paddle her along. So I asked him if he would, and if we might venture over in her. “Yes,” he said, “he venture over in her very well, though great blow wind.” However, I had a farther design that he knew nothing of, and that was to make a mast and sail, and to fit her with an anchor and cable. As to a mast, that was easy enough302 to get; so I pitched upon a straight young cedar tree, which I found near the place, and which there was great plenty of in the island; and I set Friday to work to cut it down, and gave him directions how to shape and order it. But as to the sail, that was my particular care. I knew I had old sails, or rather pieces of old sails enough; but as I had had them now twenty-six years by me, and had not been very careful to preserve them, not imagining that I should ever have this kind of use for them, I did not doubt but they were all rotten, and, indeed, most of them were so. However, I found two pieces which appeared pretty good, and with these I went to work, and with a great deal of pains, and awkward tedious stitching (you may be sure) for want of needles, I, at length, made a three-cornered ugly thing, like what we call in England a shoulder-of-mutton sail, to go with a boom at bottom, and a little short sprit at the top, such as usually our ships’ longboats sail with, and such as I best knew how to manage; because it was such a one as I had to the boat in which I made my escape from Barbary, as related in the first part of my story.

When she was in the water, it amazed me to see how skillfully and quickly my man Friday handled her, despite her size. So I asked him if he would, and if we could venture out in her. “Yes,” he said, “he can venture out in her just fine, even with a strong wind.” However, I had a plan he didn’t know about, which was to make a mast and sail and to equip her with an anchor and cable. Getting a mast was straightforward; I chose a straight young cedar tree nearby, which was abundant on the island. I set Friday to work cutting it down and gave him instructions on how to shape and prepare it. As for the sail, that was my main concern. I knew I had old sails, or rather pieces of old sails, but since I had kept them for twenty-six years without much care, not thinking I’d ever need them like this, I figured they were all probably rotting, and indeed, most of them were. However, I found two pieces that seemed pretty good, and I went to work on them. After a lot of effort and clumsy, time-consuming stitching (you can be sure), since I didn't have proper needles, I finally created a three-cornered, ugly sail similar to what we call a shoulder-of-mutton sail in England. It had a boom at the bottom and a short sprit at the top, like the sails typically found on our ships' longboats. This was the kind I was most familiar with since it was similar to the one I used to escape from Barbary, as I mentioned in the first part of my story.

“—we cut and hewed the outside into the true shape of a boat

I was near two months performing this last work, viz., rigging and fitting my mast and sails; for I finished them very complete, making a small stay, and a sail, or foresail, to it, to assist, if we should turn to windward; and, which was more than all, I fixed a rudder to the stern of her to steer with; and though I was but a bungling shipwright yet as I knew the usefulness, and even necessity, of such a thing, I applied myself with so much pains to do it, that at last I brought it to pass; though, considering the many dull contrivances I had for it that303 failed, I think it cost me almost as much labor as making the boat.

I spent nearly two months on this last project, which involved rigging and fitting my mast and sails. I made sure everything was really well finished, adding a small stay and a foresail to help if we needed to go against the wind. More importantly, I attached a rudder to the back of the boat for steering. Even though I wasn't a skilled shipbuilder, I understood how useful and necessary this was, so I worked hard to get it done. In the end, I managed to pull it off, but considering all the awkward designs I tried that didn't work, I think it took me almost as much effort as building the boat itself.

After all this was done too, I had my man Friday to teach as to what belonged to the navigation of my boat; for though he knew very well how to paddle a canoe, he knew nothing what belonged to a sail and a rudder; and was the most amazed when he saw me work the boat to and again in the sea by the rudder, and how the sail jibed, and filled this way, or that way, as the course we sailed changed; I say, when he saw this, he stood like one astonished and amazed. However, with a little use I made all these things familiar to him, and he became an expert sailor, except that as to the compass I could make him understand very little of that. On the other hand, as there was very little cloudy weather, and seldom or never any fogs in those parts, there was the less occasion for a compass, seeing the stars were always to be seen by night, and the shore by day, except in the rainy seasons, and then nobody cared to stir abroad, either by land or sea.

After all this was done, I had my man Friday to teach him about navigating my boat. Even though he was great at paddling a canoe, he didn’t know anything about sails and rudders. He was completely amazed when he saw me steer the boat in the sea with the rudder and how the sail would adjust and fill depending on our course. When he witnessed this, he just stood there, astonished. However, with a bit of practice, I made all of this familiar to him, and he became a skilled sailor, except for understanding the compass—he didn’t grasp that much. On the bright side, since it was rarely cloudy and there were hardly ever any fogs in that area, we didn't need a compass too much. The stars were always visible at night, and the shore was easy to see during the day, except in the rainy season, when no one wanted to venture out, whether by land or sea.

I was now entered on the seven and twentieth year of my captivity in this place; though the three last years that I had this creature with me ought rather to be left out of the account, my habitation being quite of another kind than in all the rest of the time. I kept the anniversary of my landing here with the same thankfulness to God for His mercies as at first; and if I had such cause of acknowledgement at first, I had much more so now, having such additional testimonies of the care of Providence over me, and the great hopes I had of being effectually and speedily delivered; for I had an invincible impression304 upon my thoughts that my deliverance was at hand, and that I should not be another year in this place. However, I went on with my husbandry, digging, planting, fencing, as usual. I gathered and cured my grapes, and did every necessary thing as before.

I had now been in captivity in this place for twenty-seven years; although the last three years with this creature should really be excluded from the count, as my living situation was completely different during that time. I marked the anniversary of my arrival here with the same gratitude to God for His blessings as I did at the beginning; and if I had reason to be thankful back then, I had even more now, given the additional evidence of Providence's care over me and the strong hopes I had of being delivered soon. I had an unshakeable feeling that my freedom was near and that I wouldn’t spend another year here. Still, I continued with my farming—digging, planting, and building fences as usual. I harvested and cured my grapes and took care of everything else just like before.

The rainy season was, in the meantime, upon me, when I kept more within doors than at other times; so I had stowed our new vessel as secure as we could, bringing her up into the creek, where, as I said in the beginning, I landed my rafts from the ship; and hauling her up to the shore at high-water mark, I made my man Friday dig a little dock, just big enough to hold her, and just deep enough to give her water enough to float in; and then, when the tide was out, we made a strong dam cross the end of it, to keep the water out; and so she lay dry, as to the tide, from the sea; and to keep the rain off, we laid a great many boughs of trees, so thick, that she was as well thatched as a house; and thus we waited for the month of November and December, in which I designed to make my adventure.

The rainy season had arrived, which meant I stayed indoors more than usual. I had secured our new boat as best as we could, bringing it up into the creek where I had initially landed my rafts from the ship. I pulled it up to the shore at the high-water mark and had my man Friday dig a small dock, just big enough to hold the boat and deep enough for it to float. When the tide went out, we built a strong dam at the end of it to keep the water out, so the boat stayed dry from the sea. To protect it from the rain, we covered it with lots of tree branches, creating a roof as well thatched as a house. And so, we waited for November and December, when I planned to go on my adventure.

When the settled season began to come in, as the thought of my design returned with the fair weather, I was preparing daily for the voyage; and the first thing I did was to lay by a certain quantity of provisions, being the stores for our voyage; and intended, in a week or a fortnight’s time, to open the dock, and launch out our boat. I was busy one morning upon something of this kind, when I called to Friday, and bid him go to the seashore and see if he could find a turtle, or tortoise, a thing which we generally got once a week, for the sake of the eggs as well as the flesh. Friday had not been long gone when he305 came running back, and flew over my outer wall, or fence, like one that felt not the ground, or the steps he set his feet on; and before I had time to speak to him, he cries out to me, “O master! O master! O sorrow! O bad!” “What’s the matter, Friday?” says I. “O yonder, there,” says he, “one, two, three canoe! one, two, three!” By his way of speaking, I concluded there were six; but, on inquiry, I found it was but three.

When the settled season started to come in and the thought of my plan returned with the nice weather, I was preparing daily for the voyage. The first thing I did was set aside a certain amount of provisions, which were the supplies for our trip, and I planned to open the dock and launch our boat in about a week or two. One morning, I was busy with this when I called to Friday and told him to go to the seashore and see if he could find a turtle or tortoise, something we usually got once a week for both the eggs and the meat. Friday hadn’t been gone long when he came running back and jumped over my outer wall or fence as if he didn’t even feel the ground or the steps he was taking. Before I had time to say anything to him, he shouted, “O master! O master! O sorrow! O bad!” “What’s wrong, Friday?” I asked. “O over there,” he said, “one, two, three canoes! one, two, three!” By the way he was speaking, I thought there were six, but when I asked more, I found out it was only three.

“Well, Friday,” says I, “do not be frightened.” So I heartened him up as well as I could. However, I saw the poor fellow was most terribly scared; for nothing ran in his head but that they were come to look for him, and would cut him in pieces, and eat him; and the poor fellow trembled so, that I scarce knew what to do with him. I comforted him as well as I could, and told him I was in as much danger as he, and that they would eat me as well as him. “But,” says I, “Friday, we must resolve to fight them. Can you fight, Friday?” “Me shoot,” says he; “but there come many great number.” “No matter for that,” said I again; “our guns will frighten them that we do not kill.” So I asked him whether, if I resolved to defend him, he would defend me, and stand by me, and do just as I bid him. He said, “Me die when you bid die, master.”

“Well, Friday,” I said, “don't be scared.” I tried to reassure him as best as I could. However, I could see the poor guy was really terrified; all he could think about was that they had come to find him and would chop him up and eat him. He was shaking so much that I hardly knew what to do with him. I tried to comfort him and told him I was just as much in danger as he was, and that they would eat me too. “But,” I said, “Friday, we have to decide to fight them. Can you fight, Friday?” “I can shoot,” he said; “but there are a lot of them.” “It doesn’t matter,” I replied; “our guns will scare off those we don’t kill.” So I asked him if, once I decided to defend him, he would defend me, stand by me, and do exactly what I asked. He said, “I’ll die when you tell me to die, master.”

So I went and fetched a good dram of rum, and gave him; for I had been so good a husband of my rum, that I had a great deal left. When he drank it, I made him take the two fowling-pieces, which we always carried, and load them with large swanshot, as big as small pistol-bullets. Then I took four muskets, and loaded them with two slugs and five small bullets each; and my two pistols I loaded with a brace of bullets each. I306 hung my great sword, as usual, naked by my side, and gave Friday his hatchet.

So I went and got a good drink of rum and gave it to him; I had saved so much rum that I still had plenty left. When he drank it, I had him take the two shotguns we always carried and loaded them with large birdshot, about the size of small pistol bullets. Then I took four muskets and loaded each with two slugs and five small bullets; I loaded my two pistols with a pair of bullets each. I306 hung my big sword, as usual, by my side and handed Friday his hatchet.

When I had thus prepared myself, I took my perspective-glass, and went up to the side of the hill to see what I could discover; and I found quickly, by my glass, that there were one and twenty savages, three prisoners, and three canoes, and that their whole business seemed to be the triumphant banquet upon these three human bodies; a barbarous feast indeed, but nothing more than, as I had observed, was usual with them.

When I had gotten myself ready, I grabbed my telescope and went up the hill to see what I could find. I quickly spotted, through my lens, twenty-one savages, three prisoners, and three canoes. It looked like they were having a triumphant feast on these three human bodies—a brutal event, but just what I had noticed was normal for them.

I observed also that they were landed, not where they had done when Friday made his escape, but nearer to my creek, where the shore was low, and where the thick wood came close almost down to the sea. This, with the abhorrence of the inhuman errand these wretches came about, filled me with such indignation, that I came down again to Friday, and told him I was resolved to go down to them, and kill them all, and asked him if he would stand by me. He was now gotten over his fright, and his spirits being a little raised with the dram I had given him, he was very cheerful, and told me, as before, he would die when I bid die.

I also noticed that they landed not where they had when Friday escaped, but closer to my creek, where the shore was low and the thick woods came right down to the sea. This, along with my disgust for the cruel purpose these men had, filled me with such anger that I went down again to Friday and told him I was determined to go after them and kill them all. I asked him if he would support me. He had now gotten over his fear, and with his spirits lifted a bit from the drink I had given him, he was very cheerful and told me, as before, he would die if I told him to.

In this fit of fury, I took first and divided the arms which I had charged, as before, between us. I gave Friday one pistol to stick in his girdle, and three guns upon his shoulder; and I took one pistol, and the other three myself, and in this posture we marched out. I took a small bottle of rum in my pocket, and gave Friday a large bag with more powder and bullet; and as to orders, I charged him to keep close behind me, and not to stir, or shoot, or do anything, till I bid him, and in the meantime307 not to speak a word. In this posture I fetched a compass to my right hand of near a mile as well to get over the creek as to get into the wood, so that I might come within shot of them before I should be discovered, which I had seen, by my glass, it was easy to do.

In a fit of rage, I took the first step and divided the weapons I had charged, as before, between us. I handed Friday one pistol to tuck into his belt and three guns to carry on his shoulder; I took one pistol and the other three for myself, and in this condition, we marched out. I slipped a small bottle of rum into my pocket and gave Friday a large bag filled with more powder and bullets. I instructed him to stay close behind me, not to move, shoot, or do anything until I told him to, and in the meantime, not to say a word. With that settled, I went a little over a mile to my right to get around the creek and into the woods, so I could get within shooting distance of them before they noticed me, which I could see through my glass was easy to do.

While I was making this march, my former thoughts returning, I began to abate my resolution. I do not mean that I entertained any fear of their number; for as they were naked, unarmed wretches, ’tis certain I was superior to them; nay, though I had been alone. But it occurred to my thoughts what call, what occasion, much less what necessity, I was in to go and dip my hands in blood, to attack people who had neither done or intended me any wrong; who, as to me, were innocent, and whose barbarous customs were their own disaster; being in them a token indeed of God’s having left them, with the other nations of that part of the world, to such stupidity, and to such inhuman courses; but did not call me to take upon me to be a judge of their actions, much less an executioner of His justice; that whenever He thought fit, He would take the cause into His own hands, and by national vengeance, punish them, as a people, for national crimes; but that, in the meantime, it was none of my business; that, it was true, Friday might justify it, because he was a declared enemy, and in state of war with those very particular people, and it was lawful for him to attack them; but I could not say the same with respect to me. These things were so warmly pressed upon my thoughts all the way as I went, that I resolved I would only go and place myself near them, that I might observe their barbarous feast, and that308 I would act then as God should direct; but that, unless something offered that was more a call to me than yet I knew of, I would not meddle with them.

As I made my way forward, my old thoughts came back to me, and I started to lose my resolve. I wasn't afraid of their numbers; they were just naked, unarmed individuals, and I was definitely stronger than them, even if I was alone. But I began to wonder what reason, occasion, or need I had to get my hands dirty and attack people who hadn’t done me any harm and who, in my view, were innocent. Their savage customs were their own downfall, showing that God had left them, along with other nations in that part of the world, to their own foolishness and cruelty. But that didn’t mean it was up to me to judge their actions, let alone to carry out His justice. Whenever God saw fit, He would handle the situation Himself and punish them as a nation for their national crimes; in the meantime, it wasn’t my concern. It’s true that Friday had justification for it, as he was an open enemy in a state of war with those specific people, and it was lawful for him to attack them. But I couldn't say the same for myself. These thoughts kept pressing on my mind the whole way, and I decided I would just go and observe their barbaric feast. I would act as God directed me, and unless something arose that called me to intervene more clearly than I knew, I wouldn't get involved.

With this resolution I entered the wood, and with all possible wariness and silence, Friday following close at my heels, I marched till I came to the skirt of the wood, on the side which was next to them; only that one corner of the wood lay between me and them. Here I called softly to Friday, and showing him a great tree, which was just at the corner of the wood, I bade him go to the tree and bring me word if he could see there plainly what they were doing. He did so, and came immediately back to me, and told me they might be plainly viewed there; that they were all about their fire, eating the flesh of one of their prisoners, and that another lay bound upon the sand, a little from them, which, he said, they would kill next; and, which fired all the very soul within me, he told me it was not one of their nation, but one of the bearded men, whom he had told me of, that came to their country in the boat. I was filled with horror at the very naming the white, bearded man; and going to the tree, I saw plainly, by my glass, a white man, who lay upon the beach of the sea, with his hands and feet tied with flags, or things like rushes, and that he was an European, and had clothes on.

With this decision, I entered the woods, and as quietly as possible, with Friday right behind me, I walked until I reached the edge of the woods closest to them; just one corner of the woods was between me and them. Here, I called softly to Friday and pointed to a large tree at the edge of the woods, telling him to go to the tree and let me know if he could clearly see what they were doing. He did as I asked and quickly came back to me, telling me that he could see them clearly; they were gathered around their fire, eating the flesh of one of their prisoners, and another one lay bound on the sand a little way from them, which he said they would kill next; and, which filled me with deep anguish, he told me it wasn’t one of their own people, but one of the bearded men he had mentioned, who had come to their land in a boat. I was horrified at the mention of the white-bearded man; and going to the tree, I could clearly see, through my spyglass, a white man lying on the beach, his hands and feet tied with flags or something similar to rushes, and he was European and wearing clothes.

There was another tree, and a little ticket beyond it, about fifty yards nearer to them than the place where I was, which, by going a little way about, I saw I might come at undiscovered, and that when I should be within half shot of them; so I withheld my passion, though I was indeed enraged to the highest309 degree; and going back about twenty paces, I got behind some bushes, which held all the way till I came to the other tree; and then I came to a little rising ground, which gave me a full view of them, at the distance of about eighty yards.

There was another tree, and a small ticket beyond it, about fifty yards closer to them than where I was. By taking a slight detour, I realized I could approach them without being seen, so that when I was within half a shot range of them, I held back my anger, even though I was really furious. I stepped back about twenty paces and hid behind some bushes, which concealed me all the way to the other tree. Then I reached a slight rise that gave me a full view of them from about eighty yards away.309


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I had now not a moment to lose, for nineteen of the dreadful wretches sat upon the ground, all close huddled together, and had just sent the other two to butcher the poor Christian, and bring him, perhaps limb by limb, to their fire; and they were stooped down to untie the bands at his feet. I turned to Friday: “Now, Friday,” said I, “do as I bid thee.” Friday said he would. “Then, Friday,” says I, “do exactly as you see me do; fail in nothing.” So I set down one of the muskets and the fowling-piece upon the ground, and Friday did the like by his; and with the other musket I took my aim at the savages, bidding him do the like. Then asking him if he was ready, he said, “Yes.” “Then fire at them,” said I; and the same moment I fired also.

I have no time to waste, because nineteen of the terrible wretches were sitting on the ground, all cramped together, and had just sent the other two to kill the poor Christian and possibly bring him back to their fire, piece by piece; they were bent down to untie his feet. I turned to Friday: “Now, Friday,” I said, “do as I instruct you.” Friday agreed. “Then, Friday,” I said, “do exactly what you see me do; don’t miss anything.” So I placed one of the muskets and the shotgun on the ground, and Friday did the same with his. With the other musket, I aimed at the savages, telling him to do the same. Then I asked him if he was ready, and he said, “Yes.” “Then shoot at them,” I said, and at that same moment, I fired too.

Friday took his aim so much better than I, that on the side that he shot he killed two of them, and wounded three more; and on my side I killed one and wounded two. They were, you may be sure, in a dreadful consternation; and all of them who were not hurt jumped up upon their feet, but did not immediately know which way to run, or which way to look, for they311 knew not from whence their destruction came. Friday kept his eyes close upon me, that, as I had bid him, he might observe what I did; so as soon as the first shot was made I threw down the piece, and took up the fowling-piece; and Friday did the like. He saw me cock and present; he did the same again. “Are you ready, Friday?” said I. “Yes,” said he. “Let fly, then,” said I, “in the name of God!” and with that I fired again among the amazed wretches, and so did Friday; and as our pieces were now loaded with what I called swanshot or small pistol-bullets, we found only two drop, but so many were wounded, that they ran about yelling and screaming like mad creatures, all bloody, and miserably wounded most of them; whereof three more fell quickly after, though not quite dead.

Friday aimed much better than I did; on his side, he managed to kill two of them and wound three more, while I killed one and wounded two. They were, of course, in a state of panic, and those who weren't hurt jumped to their feet but didn't immediately know which way to run or look, as they had no idea where the attack was coming from. Friday kept his eyes on me, just as I had instructed him, so when I took the first shot, I set my weapon down and picked up the fowling-piece; Friday did the same. He watched me cock and aim, and he did the same. “Are you ready, Friday?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied. “Then fire, in the name of God!” With that, I fired again into the stunned crowd, and so did Friday. Since our guns were now loaded with what I called swan shot or small pistol bullets, we only saw two fall, but many were wounded, running around yelling and screaming like crazy, covered in blood and badly hurt; three more fell soon after, though they weren't quite dead.

“Now, Friday,” says I, laying down the discharged pieces, and taking up the musket which was yet loaded, “follow me,” says I, which he did with a great deal of courage; upon which I rushed out of the wood, and showed myself, and Friday close at my foot. As soon as I perceived they saw me I shouted as loud as I could, and bade Friday do so too; and running as fast as I could, which, by the way, was not very fast, being loaden with arms as I was, I made directly towards the poor victim, who was, as I said, lying upon the beach, or shore, between the place where they sat and the sea. The two butchers, who were just going to work with him, had left him at the surprise of our first fire, and fled in a terrible fright to the seaside, and had jumped into a canoe, and three more of the rest made the same way. I turned to Friday, and bid him step forwards and fire at them. He understood me immediately, and running312 about forty yards, to be near them, he shot at them, and I thought he had killed them all, for I saw them all fall of a heap into the boat; though I saw two of them up again quickly. However, he killed two of them, and wounded the third, so that he lay down in the bottom of the boat as if he had been dead.

“Now, Friday,” I said, putting down the empty guns and picking up the musket that was still loaded, “follow me,” which he did with great courage. I rushed out of the woods, showing myself with Friday right behind me. As soon as I saw that they noticed me, I shouted as loud as I could and told Friday to do the same. I ran as fast as I could, which wasn’t very fast since I was weighed down with weapons, directly towards the poor victim who was lying on the beach between where they were sitting and the sea. The two butchers, who were about to attack him, had run away in shock from our first shot and fled in a panic to the seaside, jumping into a canoe, and three more of them did the same. I turned to Friday and told him to step forward and fire at them. He understood me right away, and after running about forty yards to get closer, he shot at them. I thought he had taken them all out, as I saw them all fall in a heap into the boat, though two of them got back up quickly. However, he killed two of them and wounded the third, who lay down in the bottom of the boat as if he were dead.

“—and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury

While my man Friday fired at them, I pulled out my knife and cut the flags that bound the poor victim; and loosing his hands and feet, I lifted him up, and asked him in the Portuguese tongue who he was. He answered in Latin, “Christianus”; but was so weak and faint, that he could scarce stand or speak. I took my bottle out of my pocket and gave it him, making signs that he should drink, which he did; and I gave him a piece of bread, which he ate. Then I asked him what countryman he was; and he said, “Espagniole”; and being a little recovered, let me know, by all the signs he could possibly make, how much he was in my debt for his deliverance. “Señor,” said I, with as much Spanish as I could make up, “we will talk afterwards, but we must fight now. If you have any strength left, take this pistol and sword, and lay about you.” He took them very thankfully, and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury, and had cut two of them in pieces in an instant; for the truth is, as the whole was a surprise to them, so the poor creatures were so much frightened with the noise of our pieces, that they fell down for mere amazement and fear, and had no more power to attempt their own escape, than their flesh had to resist our shot; and that was the case of those five that Friday shot at in the boat; for as three of them313 fell with the hurt they received, so the other two fell with the fright.

While my man Friday shot at them, I pulled out my knife and cut the ropes that bound the poor victim. Once I freed his hands and feet, I lifted him up and asked him in Portuguese who he was. He replied in Latin, “Christianus,” but he was so weak and faint that he could barely stand or speak. I took my bottle out of my pocket and gave it to him, gesturing for him to drink, which he did, and then I gave him a piece of bread, which he ate. I asked him what country he was from, and he said, “Espagniole.” After he recovered a little, he showed me in every way he could how grateful he was for his rescue. “Señor,” I said, using as much Spanish as I could muster, “we'll talk later, but we need to fight now. If you have any strength left, take this pistol and sword and fight.” He took them gratefully, and no sooner did he have the weapons in his hands than, as if they had given him new energy, he charged at his attackers like a fury, and quickly cut two of them into pieces. The truth is, since the whole situation was a surprise to them, the poor creatures were so scared by the noise of our guns that they dropped to the ground out of sheer shock and fear, unable to even attempt to escape, just like the five that Friday shot at in the boat; for as three of them fell from their injuries, the other two collapsed from fright.

I kept my piece in my hand still without firing, being willing to keep my charge ready, because I had given the Spaniard my pistol and sword. So I called to Friday, and bade him run up to the tree from whence we first fired, and fetch the arms which lay there that had been discharged, which he did with great swiftness; and then giving him my musket, I sat down myself to load all the rest again, and bade them come to me when they wanted. While I was loading these pieces, there happened a fierce engagement between the Spaniard and one of the savages, who made at him with one of their great wooden swords, the same weapon that was to have killed him before if I had not prevented it. The Spaniard, who was as bold and as brave as could be imagined, though weak, had fought this Indian a good while, and had cut him two great wounds on his head; but the savage being a stout lusty fellow, closing in with him, had thrown him down being faint, and was wringing my sword out of his hand, when the Spaniard, though undermost, wisely quitting the sword, drew the pistol from his girdle, shot the savage through the body, and killed him upon the spot, before I, who was running to help him, could come near him.

I kept my weapon in my hand without firing, wanting to stay prepared since I had given the Spaniard my pistol and sword. I called to Friday and told him to run up to the tree where we first fired and get the weapons that had been used, which he did quickly. After giving him my musket, I sat down to reload all the others and told them to come to me when they needed them. While I was reloading, a fierce fight broke out between the Spaniard and one of the savages, who charged at him with one of their big wooden swords, the same weapon that nearly killed him before if I hadn’t stepped in. The Spaniard, who was as brave as could be, although weak, had fought the Indian for a while and had inflicted two serious wounds on his head. But the savage, being a strong guy, closed in on him, knocked him down when he was weak, and was trying to wrest my sword from his hand. Just as the Spaniard was on the ground, he smartly gave up the sword, pulled out the pistol from his belt, shot the savage through the body, and killed him right there before I could reach him to help.

Friday being now left to his liberty, pursued the flying wretches with no weapon in his hand but his hatchet; and with that he despatched those three who, as I said before, were wounded at first, and fallen, and all the rest he could come up with; and the Spaniard coming to me for a gun, I gave him one of the fowling-pieces, with which he pursued two of the314 savages, and wounded them both; but as he was not able to run, they both got away from him into the wood, where Friday pursued them, and killed one of them; but the other was too nimble for him, and though he was wounded, yet had plunged himself into the sea, and swam with all his might off to those two who were left in the canoe; which three in the canoe, with one wounded, who we know not whether he died or no, were all that escape our hands of one and twenty. The account of the rest is as follows:—

Friday, now free, chased the fleeing wretches with nothing but his hatchet; with that, he finished off the three who had been wounded earlier and had fallen, along with anyone else he could catch. When the Spaniard came to me for a gun, I handed him one of the shotguns, and he chased two of the savages, injuring both of them. However, since he wasn’t able to run fast, they both escaped into the woods, where Friday pursued them and killed one. The other was too quick for him, and even though he was hurt, he jumped into the sea and swam as hard as he could to the two who were left in the canoe. Those three in the canoe, with one wounded—whose fate we didn’t know—were all that escaped our grasp out of twenty-one. The details of the rest are as follows:—

3 killed at our first shot from the tree.
2 killed at the next shot.
2 killed by Friday in the boat.
2 killed by ditto, of those at first wounded.
1 killed by ditto in the wood.
3 killed by the Spaniard.
4 killed, being found dropped here and there of their wounds, or killed by Friday in his chase of them.
4 escaped in the boat, whereof one wounded, if not dead.
21 in all.

Those that were in the canoe worked hard to get out of gun-shot; and though Friday made two or three shots at them, I did not find that he hit any of them. Friday would fain have had me take one of their canoes, and pursue them; and, indeed, I was very anxious about their escape, lest carrying the news home to their people they should come back perhaps315 with two or three hundred of their canoes, and devour us by mere multitude. So I consented to pursue them by sea, and running to one of their canoes, I jumped in, and bade Friday follow me. But when I was in the canoe, I was surprised to find another poor creature lie there alive, bound hand and foot, as the Spaniard was, for the slaughter, and almost dead with fear, not knowing what the matter was; for he had not been able to look up over the side of the boat, he was tied so hard, neck and heels, and had been tied so long, that he had really but little life in him.

Those in the canoe worked hard to get out of gun range, and even though Friday took two or three shots at them, I didn’t see him hit any of them. Friday really wanted me to take one of their canoes and chase them; honestly, I was really worried about their escape. If they went back with the news, they might return with two or three hundred canoes and overwhelm us. So I agreed to go after them by sea. I ran to one of their canoes, jumped in, and told Friday to follow me. But once I was in the canoe, I was shocked to see another poor person lying there, alive but bound hand and foot like the Spaniard, nearly dead from fear. He couldn’t even look over the edge of the boat because he was tied up so tightly, and he had been like that for so long that he barely had any strength left.

I immediately cut the twisted flags or rushes, which they had bound him with, and would have helped him up; but he could not stand or speak, but groaned most piteously, believing, it seems, still that he was only unbound in order to be killed.

I quickly cut the twisted flags or reeds that they had tied him up with and would have helped him up, but he couldn't stand or speak and just groaned sadistically, believing, it seemed, that he was only being freed in order to be killed.

When Friday came to him, I bade him speak to him, and tell him of his deliverance; and pulling out my bottle made him give the poor wretch a dram; which, with the news of his being delivered, revived him, and he sat up in the boat. But when Friday came to hear him speak, and look in his face, it would have moved any one to tears to have seen how Friday kissed him, embraced him, hugged him, cried, laughed, hallooed, jumped about, danced, sang; then cried again, wrung his hands, beat his own face and head, and then sang and jumped about again, like a distracted creature. It was a good while before I could make him speak to me, or tell me what was the matter; but when he came a little to himself, he told me that it was his father.

When Friday arrived, I encouraged him to talk to the man and share the news of his rescue. I pulled out my bottle and had him give the poor soul a drink, which, along with the news of his freedom, revived him, and he sat up in the boat. But when Friday heard him speak and looked at his face, it would have brought anyone to tears to see how Friday kissed him, hugged him, held him tight, cried, laughed, shouted with joy, jumped around, danced, and sang. Then he cried again, wrung his hands, beat his own face and head, and then sang and jumped around again like someone who had lost their mind. It took a while before I could get him to speak to me or tell me what was going on, but when he gathered himself, he told me it was his father.

It is not easy for me to express how it moved me to see what316 ecstasy and filial affection had worked in this poor savage at the sight of his father, and of his being delivered from death; nor, indeed, can I describe half the extravagances of his affection after this; for he went into the boat, and out of the boat, a great many times. When he went in to him, he would sit down by him, open his breast, and hold his father’s head close to his bosom, half an hour together to nourish it; then he took his arms and ankles, which were numbed and stiff with the binding, and chafed and rubbed them with his hands; and I, perceiving what the case was, gave him some rum out of my bottle to rub them with, which did them a great deal of good.

It’s hard for me to explain how touched I was to see what joy and love had produced in this poor man when he saw his father alive and free from death. I can’t even begin to describe all the wild ways he showed his affection afterward; he kept getting in and out of the boat numerous times. When he approached his father, he would sit next to him, open his shirt, and hold his father’s head close to his chest for about half an hour to keep him warm. Then he took his father’s arms and ankles, which were numb and stiff from being tied up, and rubbed them with his hands. Seeing what was happening, I offered him some rum from my bottle to help with the rubbing, which seemed to help a lot.

This action put an end to our pursuit of the canoe with the other savages, who were now gotten almost out of sight; and it was happy for us that we did not, for it blew so hard within two hours after, and before they could be gotten a quarter of the way, and continued blowing so hard all night, and that from the north-west, which was against them, that I should not suppose their boat could live, or that they ever reached to their own coast.

This action ended our chase of the canoe with the other natives, who had nearly disappeared from view. We were fortunate that we didn't continue because within two hours it started to blow very hard. Before they could even make it a quarter of the way, it kept blowing fiercely all night from the northwest, which was against them. I doubt their boat could survive that, or that they ever made it back to their own shore.

But to return to Friday. He was so busy about his father, that I could not find in my heart to take him off for some time; but after I thought he could leave him a little, called him to me, and he came jumping and laughing, and pleased to the highest extreme. Then I asked him if he had given his father any bread. He shook his head, and said, “None; ugly dog eat all up self.” So I gave him a cake of bread out of a little pouch I carried on purpose. I also gave him a dram for himself, but he would not taste it, but carried it to his father. I317 had in my pocket also two or three bunches of my raisins, so I gave him a handful of them for his father. He had no sooner given his father these raisins, but I saw him come out of the boat and run away, as if he had been bewitched, he ran at such a rate; for he was the swiftest fellow of his foot that ever I saw. I say, he ran at such a rate, that he was out of sight, as it were, in an instant; and though I called, and hallooed too, after him, it was all one, away he went; and in a quarter of an hour I saw him come back again, though not so fast as he went; and as he came nearer I found his pace was slacker, because he had something in his hand.

But back to Friday. He was so focused on his father that I couldn’t bring myself to distract him for a while. But after thinking he could step away for a moment, I called him over, and he came jumping and laughing, extremely happy. Then I asked him if he had given his father any bread. He shook his head and said, “None; the ugly dog ate it all himself.” So I gave him a piece of bread from a small pouch I carried for that reason. I also offered him a drink for himself, but he refused it and took it to his father instead. I had two or three bunches of raisins in my pocket, so I gave him a handful of those for his dad. He had barely given his father the raisins when I saw him jump out of the boat and run away as if he were under a spell; he ran so fast! He was the quickest guy on his feet I’ve ever seen. I mean, he was out of sight in no time, and even though I called and shouted after him, it was no use; he just kept going. In about fifteen minutes, I saw him coming back, though not as quickly as he left; and as he got closer, I noticed he was slowing down because he had something in his hand.

When he came up to me, I found he had been quite home for an earthen jug, or pot, to bring his father some fresh water, and that he had got two more cakes or loaves of bread. The bread he gave me, but the water he carried to his father. However, as I was very thirsty too, I took a little sup of it. This water revived his father more than all the rum or spirits I had given him, for he was just fainting with thirst.

When he approached me, I discovered he had been home for a clay jug to bring his father some fresh water, and that he had also grabbed two more loaves of bread. He handed me the bread, but he took the water to his dad. Since I was really thirsty too, I took a small sip of it. This water refreshed his father more than all the rum or spirits I had given him, as he was nearly fainting from thirst.

When his father had drank, I called to him to know if there was any water left. He said “Yes”; and I bade him give it to the poor Spaniard, who was in as much want of it as his father; and I sent one of the cakes, that Friday brought, to the Spaniard too, who was indeed very weak, and was reposing himself upon a green place under the shade of a tree; and whose limbs were also very stiff, and very much swelled with the rude bandage he had been tied with. When I saw that upon Friday’s coming to him with the water he sat up and drank, and took the bread, and began to eat, I went to him, and gave him318 a handful of raisins. He looked up in my face with all the tokens of gratitude and thankfulness that could appear in any countenance; but was so weak, notwithstanding he had so exerted himself in the fight, that he could not stand up upon his feet. He tried to do it two or three times, but was really not able, his ankles were so swelled and so painful to him; so I bade him sit still, and caused Friday to rub his ankles, and bathe them with rum, as he had done his father’s.

When his father had finished drinking, I called out to him to see if there was any water left. He said, “Yes,” so I asked him to give it to the poor Spaniard, who needed it just as much as his father did. I also sent one of the cakes that Friday brought to the Spaniard, who was very weak and resting on a green patch under the shade of a tree. His limbs were stiff and swollen from the rough bandage they used to tie him up. When I saw that Friday brought him the water, he sat up to drink, took the bread, and started to eat. I went over to him and gave him a handful of raisins. He looked up at me with all the signs of gratitude and thankfulness that one could have, but he was so weak from the fight that he couldn't stand. He tried to get up two or three times but really couldn't because his ankles were so swollen and painful. So, I told him to sit still and had Friday rub his ankles and bathe them with rum, just like he did for his father.

I observed the poor affectionate creature, every two minutes, or perhaps less, all the while he was here, turn his head about to see if his father was in the same place and posture as he left him sitting; and at last he found he was not to be seen; at which he started up, and without speaking a word, flew with that swiftness to him, that one could scarce perceive his feet to touch the ground as he went. But when he came, he only found he had laid himself down to ease his limbs; so Friday came back to me presently, and I then spoke to the Spaniard to let Friday help him up, if he could, and lead him to the boat, and then he should carry him to our dwelling, where I would take care of him. But Friday, a lusty strong fellow, took the Spaniard quite up upon his back, and carried him away to the boat, and set him down softly upon the side or gunwale of the canoe, with his feet in the inside of it, and then lifted him quite in, and set him close to his father; and presently stepping out again, launched the boat off, and paddled it along the shore faster than I could walk, though the wind blew pretty hard too. So he brought them both safe into our creek, and leaving them in the boat, ran away to fetch the other canoe. As he passed319 me, I spoke to him, and asked him whither he went. He told me, “Go fetch more boat.” So away he went like the wind, for sure never man or horse ran like him; and he had the other canoe in the creek almost as soon as I got to it by land; so he wafted me over, and then went to help our new guests out of the boat, which he did; but they were neither of them able to walk, so that poor Friday knew not what to do.

I watched the poor, affectionate creature as he kept turning his head every couple of minutes, or maybe even less, to see if his father was still in the same spot he left him. Eventually, he realized his father was nowhere to be seen, and he immediately jumped up. Without saying a word, he raced over so quickly that it looked like his feet barely touched the ground. When he arrived, he discovered that his father had just laid down to rest, so Friday came back to me right away. I then told the Spaniard to let Friday help him up if he could and guide him to the boat, promising to take care of him once they were safely at our place. Friday, being a strong and sturdy guy, picked the Spaniard up on his back and carried him to the boat, gently setting him down on the edge with his feet inside. He then lifted him completely in and placed him right next to his father. After that, he stepped out again, pushed the boat off, and paddled it along the shore faster than I could walk, even with the wind blowing pretty hard. He brought them both safely into our creek and left them in the boat while he ran off to get the other canoe. As he passed by me, I called out and asked where he was going. He told me, “Going to get another boat.” Then he took off like the wind; no man or horse ever ran as fast as he did. He reached the other canoe in the creek almost as quickly as I got there on foot, so he ferried me across and then went to help our new guests out of the boat. But neither of them could walk, which left poor Friday unsure of what to do.

To remedy this I went to work in my thought, and calling to Friday to bid him sit down on the bank while he came to me, I soon made a kind of hand-barrow to lay them on, and Friday and I carried them up both together upon it between us. But when we got them to the outside of our wall, or fortification, we were at a worse loss than before, for it was impossible to get them over, and I was resolved not to break it down. So I set to work again; and Friday and I, in about two hours’ time, made a very handsome tent, covered with old sails, and above that with boughs of trees, being in the space without our outward fence, and between that and the grove of young wood which I had planted; and here we made them two beds of such things as I had, viz., of good rice-straw, with blankets laid upon it to lie on, and another to cover them, on each bed.

To fix this, I started thinking, and I called to Friday to sit on the bank while he came over to me. I quickly fashioned a kind of hand-barrow to put them on, and Friday and I carried it together. But when we reached the outside of our wall or fortification, we found ourselves in a worse situation than before, as there was no way to get them over, and I was determined not to break it down. So I went to work again, and Friday and I, in about two hours, made a nice tent covered with old sails and then with branches from trees. This was in the area outside our outer fence and between that and the grove of young trees I had planted. Here, we made two beds with what I had: good rice straw, topped with blankets to lie on and another blanket to cover each bed.

My island was now peopled, and I thought myself very rich in subjects; and it was a merry reflection, which I frequently made, how like a king I looked. First of all, the whole country was my own mere property, so that I had an undoubted right of dominion. Secondly, my people were perfectly subjected. I was absolute lord and lawgiver; they all owed their lives to me, and were ready to lay down their lives, if there had been320 occasion of it, for me. It was remarkable, too, we had but three subjects, and they were of three different religions. My man Friday was a Protestant, his father was a Pagan and a cannibal, and the Spaniard was a Papist. However, I allowed liberty of conscience throughout my dominions. But this is by the way.

My island was now inhabited, and I felt quite wealthy with my subjects; it often made me smile to think how much like a king I appeared. First of all, the entire country was my personal property, giving me clear authority. Secondly, my people were completely loyal to me. I was the absolute ruler and lawmaker; their lives depended on me, and they were willing to sacrifice themselves for me if the situation called for it. Interestingly, we had only three subjects, and they practiced three different religions. My man Friday was a Protestant, his father was a Pagan and a cannibal, and the Spaniard was a Catholic. Still, I offered freedom of belief across my realm. But that's beside the point.

As soon as I had secured my two weak rescued prisoners, and given them shelter and a place to rest them upon, I began to think of making some provision for them; and the first thing I did, I ordered Friday to take a yearling goat, betwixt a kid and a goat, out of my particular flock, to be killed; when I cut off the hinder-quarter, and chopping it into small pieces, I set Friday to work to boiling and stewing, and made them a very good dish, I assure you, of flesh and broth, having put some barley and rice also into the broth; and as I cooked it without doors, for I made no fire within my inner wall, so I carried it all into the new tent, and having set a table there for them, I sat down and ate my own dinner also with them, and as well as I could cheered them, and encouraged them; Friday being my interpreter, especially to his father, and indeed, to the Spaniard too; for the Spaniard spoke the language of the savages pretty well.

As soon as I had secured my two weak rescued prisoners and provided them with shelter and a place to rest, I started thinking about how to take care of them. The first thing I did was instruct Friday to select a yearling goat, between a kid and a goat, from my personal flock to be killed. I cut off the back quarter, chopped it into small pieces, and had Friday boil and stew it. I made them a really good dish, I promise, of meat and broth, adding some barley and rice as well. Since I cooked it outside—I didn’t make a fire within my inner wall—I brought everything into the new tent. I set up a table for them, sat down, and had my own dinner with them. I did my best to cheer them up and encourage them; Friday acted as my interpreter, especially for his father, and even for the Spaniard, who spoke the savage language quite well.

After we had dined, or rather supped, I ordered Friday to take one of the canoes and go and fetch our muskets and other firearms, which, for want of time, we had left upon the place of battle; and the next day I ordered him to go and bury the dead bodies of the savages, which lay open to the sun, and would presently be offensive; and I also ordered him to bury the horrid321 remains of their barbarous feast, and which I could not think of doing myself; nay, I could not bear to see them, if I went that way. All which he punctually performed, and defaced the very appearance of the savages being there; so that when I went again I could scarce know where it was, otherwise than by the corner of the wood pointing to the place.

After we had eaten dinner, or more like a late meal, I told Friday to take one of the canoes and go get our muskets and other firearms, which we had left at the battlefield because we were short on time. The next day, I instructed him to bury the dead bodies of the savages that were exposed to the sun and would soon start to smell bad. I also asked him to bury the gruesome remains of their savage feast, something I couldn't bring myself to do; in fact, I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing them if I went that way. He carried out all of these tasks diligently and completely removed any sign that the savages had been there, so that when I returned, I could hardly recognize the place except for the corner of the woods pointing toward it.

I then began to enter into a little conversation with my two new subjects; and first, I set Friday to inquire of his father what he thought of the escape of the savages in that canoe, and whether we might expect a return of them, with a power too great for us to resist. His first opinion was, that the savages in the boat never could live out the storm which blew that night they went off, but must, of necessity, be drowned, or driven south to those other shores, where they were as sure to be devoured as they were to be drowned if they were cast away. But as to what they would do if they came safe on shore, he said he knew not; but it was his opinion that they were so dreadfully frightened with the manner of their being attacked, the noise, and the fire, that he believed they would tell their people they were all killed by thunder and lightning, not by the hand of man; and that the two which appeared, viz., Friday and me, were two heavenly spirits, or furies, come down to destroy them, and not men with weapons. This, he said, he knew, because he heard them all cry out so in their language to one another; for it was impossible to them to conceive that a man could dart fire, and speak thunder, and kill at a distance without lifting up the hand, as was done now. And this old savage was in the right; for as I understood since by other322 hands, the savages never attempted to go to the island afterwards. They were so terrified with the accounts given by those four men (for, it seems, they did escape the sea), that they believed whoever went to that enchanted island would be destroyed with fire from the gods.

I then started chatting with my two new companions. First, I asked Friday to find out from his father what he thought about the savages escaping in that canoe and whether we should expect them to return with a force we couldn't fight against. Friday's initial opinion was that the savages in the boat couldn't survive the storm that hit the night they left and must have either drowned or been pushed south to other shores, where they were just as likely to be eaten as to drown if they were stranded. However, regarding what they would do if they made it safely to shore, he said he didn't know; but he believed they were so terrified by how they were attacked—the noise and the fire—that they would tell their people they were all killed by thunder and lightning, not by humans. He thought that the two they saw, meaning Friday and me, were heavenly spirits or monsters sent to destroy them, not just men with weapons. He knew this because he heard them all shouting that in their language; it was impossible for them to imagine that a man could shoot fire, speak thunder, and kill from a distance without raising his hand like we did. And this old savage was right; I later understood from others that the savages never tried to go to the island again. They were so scared by the stories told by those four men (who apparently survived the sea) that they believed anyone who went to that enchanted island would be struck down by fire from the gods.

This, however, I knew not, and therefore was under continual apprehensions for a good while, and kept always upon my guard, me and all my army; for as we were now four of us, I would have ventured upon a hundred of them, fairly in the open field, at any time.

This, however, I didn’t know, and because of that, I was always on edge for quite some time, staying alert along with my entire army. Since there were now four of us, I would have gladly taken on a hundred of them in a fair fight in the open field at any time.

In a little time, however, no more canoes appearing, the fear of their coming wore off, and I began to take my former thoughts of a voyage to the main into consideration; being likewise assured, by Friday’s father, that I might depend upon good usage from their nation, on his account, if I would go.

In a little while, however, with no more canoes showing up, my fear of them faded, and I started to think again about a journey to the mainland; I was also reassured by Friday’s father that I could expect kind treatment from their tribe because of him, if I decided to go.

But my thoughts were a little suspended when I had a serious discourse with the Spaniard, and when I understood that there were sixteen more of his countrymen and Portuguese, who, having been cast away, and made their escape to that side, lived there at peace, indeed, with the savages, but were very sore put to it for necessaries, and indeed for life. I asked him all the particulars of their voyage, and found they were a Spanish ship bound from the Rio de la Plata to Havana, being directed to leave their loading there, which was chiefly hides and silver, and to bring back what European goods they could meet with there; that they had five Portuguese seamen on board, whom they took out of another wreck; that five of their own men were drowned when the first ship was lost, and that these323 escaped, through infinite dangers and hazards, and arrived, almost starved, on the cannibal coast, where they expected to have been devoured every moment.

But my thoughts were a bit on hold when I had a serious conversation with the Spaniard, and when I realized that there were sixteen more of his fellow countrymen and Portuguese who, having been shipwrecked and managed to escape to that side, lived there peacefully, indeed, with the natives, but were really struggling for basic necessities, and honestly for survival. I asked him for all the details of their journey, and learned they were on a Spanish ship headed from the Rio de la Plata to Havana, intended to drop off their cargo, which was mainly hides and silver, and to bring back whatever European goods they could find there; that they had five Portuguese sailors on board, whom they rescued from another shipwreck; that five of their own crew drowned when the first ship sank, and that these323 escaped, through countless dangers and risks, and arrived, almost starved, on the cannibal coast, where they expected to be devoured at any moment.

He told me they had some arms with them, but they were perfectly useless, for that they had neither powder nor ball, the washing of the sea having spoiled all their powder but a little, which they used, at their first landing, to provide themselves some food.

He told me they had some weapons with them, but they were totally useless because they had no gunpowder or bullets. The sea had ruined all their powder except for a little bit, which they used when they first landed to get some food.

I asked him what he thought would become of them there, and if they had formed no design of making any escape? He said they had many consultations about it; but that having neither vessel, or tools to build one, or provisions of any kind, their councils always ended in tears and despair.

I asked him what he thought would happen to them there, and if they had come up with any plans to escape. He said they had talked about it a lot, but since they had no boat, no tools to make one, and no supplies at all, their discussions always ended in tears and hopelessness.

I asked him how he thought they would receive a proposal from me, which might tend towards an escape; and whether, if they were all here, it might not be done? I told him with freedom, I feared mostly their treachery and ill usage of me if I put my life in their hands; for that gratitude was no inherent virtue in the nature of man, nor did men always square their dealings by the obligations they had received, so much as they did by the advantages they expected. I told him it would be very hard that I should be the instrument of their deliverance, and that they should afterwards make me their prisoner, in New Spain, where an Englishman was certain to lose his life, what necessity or what accident soever brought him thither; and that I had rather be delivered up to the savages, and be devoured alive. I added, that otherwise I was persuaded, if they were all here, we might, with so many hands, build a bark324 large enough to carry us all away, either to the Brazils, southward, or to the islands, or Spanish coast, northward; but that if, in requital, they should, when I had put weapons into their hands, carry me by force among their own people, I might be ill used for my kindness to them, and make my case worse than it was before.

I asked him how he thought they would react to a proposal from me that might lead to an escape, and whether, if they were all here, it could actually happen. I told him honestly that I mostly feared their betrayal and mistreatment if I put my life in their hands; because gratitude isn't an inherent trait in people, and they don’t always act based on the favors they’ve received but rather by the benefits they expect. I said it would be really unfair for me to be the one to help them escape, only for them to later make me their prisoner in New Spain, where an Englishman was sure to lose his life, no matter the circumstances that brought him there; and I would rather be turned over to savages and be eaten alive. I added that otherwise, I was convinced that if they were all here, we could, with so many hands, build a boat large enough to carry us all away, either to Brazil to the south or to the islands or the Spanish coast to the north; but that if, in return, once I had given them weapons, they forced me among their own people, I could be treated badly for my kindness to them, making my situation worse than it already was.

He answered, with a great deal of candor and ingenuity, that their condition was so miserable, and they were so sensible of it, that he believed they would abhor the thought of using any man unkindly that should contribute to their deliverance; and that, if I pleased, he would go to them with the old man, and discourse with them about it, and return again, and bring me their answer; that he would make conditions with them upon their solemn oath that they should be absolutely under my leading, as their commander and captain; and that they should swear upon the holy sacraments and the gospel to be true to me, and to go to such Christian country as that I should agree to, and no other, and to be wholly and absolutely by my orders till they were landed safely in such country as I intended; and that he would bring a contract from them, under their hands, for that purpose.

He replied, honestly and creatively, that their situation was so terrible and they were so aware of it that he thought they would hate the idea of treating anyone unkindly who could help them escape; and that, if I wanted, he would go to them with the old man, discuss it with them, come back, and bring me their response; that he would make a deal with them on their solemn promise that they would be completely under my leadership as their commander and captain; and that they would swear on the holy sacraments and the gospel to be loyal to me, and to go to whatever Christian country I agreed to, and no other, and to follow my orders completely until they were safely landed in the country I intended; and that he would bring back a contract from them, signed by them, for that purpose.

Then he told me he would first swear to me himself, that he would never stir from me as long as he lived till I gave him orders; and that he would take my side to the last drop of his blood, if there should happen the least breach of faith among his countrymen.

Then he told me that he would first swear an oath to me himself, that he would never leave my side as long as he lived unless I told him to; and that he would stand by me to the very end, even if it meant shedding the last drop of his blood, should there be any slightest betrayal among his fellow countrymen.

He told me they were all of them very civil, honest men, and they were under the greatest distress imaginable, having325 neither weapons nor clothes, nor any food, but at the mercy and discretion of the savages; out of all hopes of ever returning to their own country; and that he was sure, if I would undertake their relief, they would live and die by me.

He told me they were all very polite, honest men, and they were in the worst situation possible, having neither weapons nor clothes, nor any food, but were at the mercy of the savages; with no hope of ever returning to their own country; and he was sure that if I would help them, they would live and die for me.

Upon these assurances, I resolved to venture to relieve them, if possible, and to send the old savage and this Spaniard over to them to treat. But when we had gotten all things in readiness to go, the Spaniard himself started an objection, which had so much prudence in it on one hand, and so much sincerity on the other hand, that I could not but be very well satisfied in it, and by his advice put off the deliverance of his comrades for at least half a year. The case was thus:

Upon hearing this, I decided to try to help them, if I could, and to send the old native and this Spaniard to meet with them. But when we had everything ready to go, the Spaniard raised an objection that was wise on one hand and genuine on the other, which made me feel quite satisfied with it. Following his advice, I postponed the rescue of his comrades for at least six months. Here's what happened:

He had been with us now about a month, during which time I had let him see in what manner I had provided, with the assistance of Providence, for my support; and he saw evidently what stock of corn and rice I had laid up; which, as it was more than sufficient for myself, so it was not sufficient, at least without good husbandry, for my family, now it was increased to number four; but much less would it be sufficient if his countrymen, who were, as he said, fourteen, still alive, should come over; and least of all would it be sufficient to victual our vessel, if we should build one, for a voyage to any of the Christian colonies of America. So he told me he thought it would be more advisable to let him and the two others dig and cultivate some more land, as much as I could spare seed to sow; and that we should wait another harvest, that we might have a supply of corn for his countrymen when they should come; for want might be a temptation to them to disagree,326 or not to think themselves delivered, otherwise than out of one difficulty into another. “You know,” says he, “the children of Israel, though they rejoiced at first for their being delivered out of Egypt, yet rebelled even against God Himself, that delivered them, when they came to want bread in the wilderness.”

He had been with us for about a month, during which I had shown him how I managed to provide for myself, with a bit of help from Providence. He could clearly see how much corn and rice I had stored up, which was enough for me but not quite enough, especially without careful management, for my family, which had now grown to four. It would be even less sufficient if his fellow countrymen, whom he said were still alive and numbered fourteen, came over. And it certainly wouldn't be enough to feed our ship if we decided to build one for a trip to one of the Christian colonies in America. So he suggested that it would be better for him and the two others to cultivate more land, as much as I could spare to plant seeds, and that we should wait for another harvest to have enough corn for his countrymen when they arrived. He warned that hunger could lead them to argue or feel like they hadn’t truly been saved, just shifted from one hardship to another. “You know,” he said, “the Israelites rejoiced at first when they were freed from Egypt, but they rebelled against God Himself when they found themselves starving in the wilderness.”326

His caution was so seasonable, and his advice so good, that I could not but be very well pleased with his proposal, as well as I was satisfied with his fidelity. So we fell to digging all four of us, as well as the wooden tools we were furnished with permitted; and in about a month’s time, by the end of which it was seed-time, we had gotten as much land cured and trimmed up as we sowed twenty-two bushels of barley on, and sixteen jars of rice; which was, in short, all the seed we had to spare; nor, indeed, did we leave ourselves barley sufficient for our own food for the six months that we had to expect our crop; that is to say, reckoning from the time we set our seed aside for sowing; for it is not to be supposed it is six months in the ground in that country.

His caution was timely, and his advice was excellent, so I couldn't be anything but pleased with his proposal, just as I was confident in his loyalty. So, all four of us started digging with the wooden tools we had, and after about a month, by the time it was planting season, we had prepared enough land to sow twenty-two bushels of barley and sixteen jars of rice, which was basically all the seed we had left. We actually didn’t leave ourselves enough barley for our own food during the six months we had to wait for our crop, counting from when we set aside the seeds for planting; after all, it wouldn’t stay in the ground for six months in that country.

Having now society enough, and our number being sufficient to put us out of fear of the savages, if they had come, unless their number had been very great, we went freely all over the island, whenever we found occasion; and as here we had our escape or deliverance upon our thoughts, it was impossible, at least for me, to have the means of it out of mine. To this purpose I marked out several trees which I thought fit for our work, and I set Friday and his father to cutting them down; and then I caused the Spaniard, to whom I imparted my327 thought on that affair, to oversee and direct their work. I showed them with what indefatigable pains I had hewed a large tree into single planks, and I caused them to do the like, till they had made about a dozen large planks of good oak, near two feet broad, thirty-five feet long, and from two inches to four inches thick. What prodigious labor it took up, any one may imagine.

Now that we had enough people and felt safe from any potential threats from the natives, we freely explored the island whenever we had the chance. Since the idea of our escape was constantly on my mind, it was impossible for me to focus on anything else. To this end, I marked several trees that I thought would be suitable for our project, and I had Friday and his father start chopping them down. I asked the Spaniard, who I shared my plans with, to supervise their work. I showed them how I had tirelessly turned a large tree into planks, and I had them do the same until they produced about a dozen large oak planks, nearly two feet wide, thirty-five feet long, and ranging from two to four inches thick. Anyone can imagine the enormous amount of labor that required.

At the same time, I contrived to increase my little flock of tame goats as much as I could; and to this purpose I made Friday and the Spaniard go out one day, and myself with Friday the next day, for we took our turns, and by this means we got about twenty young kids to breed up with the rest, for whenever we shot the dam, we saved the kids, and added them to our flock. But above all, the season for curing the grapes coming on, I caused such a prodigious quantity to be hung up in the sun, that I believe, had we been at Alicant, where the raisins of the sun are cured, we could have filled sixty or eighty barrels; and these, with our bread, was a great part of our food, and very good living too, I assure you; for it is an exceeding nourishing food.

At the same time, I worked to increase my little group of tame goats as much as I could. To do this, I had Friday and the Spaniard go out one day, while I went with Friday the next day, so we took turns. This way, we managed to get about twenty young kids to raise along with the rest. Whenever we shot the mother goats, we saved the kids and added them to our flock. But most importantly, as the season for curing grapes approached, I made sure we hung up a huge amount in the sun. I believe if we were in Alicant, where sun-dried raisins are made, we could have filled sixty or eighty barrels. These, along with our bread, made up a big part of our food and were really good to eat, I assure you, because they are very nutritious.

It was now harvest, and our crop in good order. It was not the most plentiful increase I had seen in the island, but, however, it was enough to answer our end; for from our twenty-two bushels we brought in and thrashed out above two hundred and twenty bushels, and the like in proportion of the rice; which was store enough for our food to the next harvest, though all the sixteen Spaniards had been on shore with me; or if we had been ready for a voyage it would very plentifully have328 victualled our ship to have carried us to any part of the world, that is to say, of America.

It was harvest time, and our crop was in good shape. It wasn't the biggest yield I had seen on the island, but it was enough to meet our needs; we brought in and thrashed out over two hundred and twenty bushels from our twenty-two bushels, and similarly for the rice. This was plenty of food to last us until the next harvest, even with all sixteen Spaniards on land with me. If we had been prepared for a journey, it would have easily provided enough supplies for our ship to take us anywhere in the world, particularly in America.

When we had thus housed and secured our magazine of corn, we fell to work to make more wicker-work, viz., great baskets, in which we kept it; and the Spaniard was very handy and dexterous at this part, and often blamed me that I did not make some things for defense of this kind of work; but I saw no need of it.

When we had settled in and stored our corn, we got to work making more wicker items, specifically large baskets to keep it in. The Spaniard was really skilled at this and would often criticize me for not making some defensive versions of these items, but I didn’t see the point.

And now having a full supply of food for all the guests I expected, I gave the Spaniard leave to go over to the main, to see what he could do with those he had left behind him there. I gave him a strict charge in writing not to bring any man with him who would not first swear, in the presence of himself and of the old savage, that he would no way injure, fight with, or attack the person he should find in the island, who was so kind to send for them in order to their deliverance; but that they would stand by and defend him against all such attempts, and wherever they went would be entirely under and subjected to his commands; and that this should be put in writing, and signed with their hands. How we were to have this done, when I knew they had neither pen nor ink, that indeed was a question which we never asked.

And now that I had plenty of food for all the guests I expected, I allowed the Spaniard to go back to the main land to see what he could do about those he had left behind. I gave him a clear written instruction not to bring anyone with him unless they first swore, in front of him and the old savage, that they wouldn’t harm, fight with, or attack the person they found on the island, who had kindly sent for them for their rescue. Instead, they would support and defend him against any such actions, and wherever they went, they would be completely under his command. This agreement should be documented in writing and signed by them. How we were supposed to accomplish this, knowing they had neither pen nor ink, was a question we never bothered to ask.

Under these instructions, the Spaniard and the old savage, the father of Friday, went away in one of the canoes which they might be said to come in, or rather were brought in, when they came as prisoners to be devoured by the savages.

Under these instructions, the Spaniard and the old savage, the father of Friday, left in one of the canoes that they could be said to have arrived in, or rather were brought in, when they came as prisoners to be eaten by the savages.

I gave each of them a musket, with a firelock on it, and about eight charges of powder and ball, charging them to be329 very good husbands of both, and not to use either of them but upon urgent occasion.

I gave each of them a musket with a firelock and about eight rounds of powder and shot, instructing them to take very good care of both and not to use either unless it was absolutely necessary.

This was a cheerful work, being the first measures used by me, in view of my deliverance, for now twenty-seven years and some days. I gave them provisions of bread and of dried grapes sufficient for themselves for many days, and sufficient for all their countrymen for about eight days’ time; and wishing them a good voyage, I saw them go, agreeing with them about a signal they should hang out at their return, by which I should know them again, when they came back, at a distance, before they came on shore.

This was a joyful task, marking the first steps I took towards my freedom, after twenty-seven years and a few days. I provided them with enough bread and dried grapes to last them many days, as well as enough for all their fellow countrymen for about eight days. Wishing them a safe journey, I watched them depart, making arrangements for a signal they would display upon their return, so I would recognize them from a distance before they reached the shore.

They went away with a fair gale on the day that the moon was at full, by my account in the month of October; but as for an exact reckoning of days, after I had once lost it, I could never recover it again; nor had I kept even the number of years so punctually as to be sure that I was right, though as it proved, when I afterwards examined my account, I found I had kept a true reckoning of years.

They left on a good breeze the day the moon was full, which I believe was in October; however, once I lost track of the days, I never got it back. I hadn't even kept track of the years precisely enough to be certain of my accuracy, but as it turned out, when I later checked my records, I found that I had accurately counted the years.

It was no less than eight days I had waited for them, when a strange and unforeseen accident intervened, of which the like has not perhaps been heard of in history. I was fast asleep in my hutch one morning, when my man Friday came running in to me, and called aloud, “Master, master, they are come, they are come!”

It was no less than eight days that I had waited for them when a strange and unexpected event occurred, something probably not heard of in history. I was sound asleep in my hut one morning when my man Friday burst in and shouted, “Master, master, they’ve arrived, they’ve arrived!”

I jumped up, and, regardless of danger, I went out as soon as I could get my clothes on, through my little grove, which, by the way, was by this time grown to be a very thick wood; I say, regardless of danger, I went without my arms, which330 was not my custom to do; but I was surprised when, turning my eyes to the sea, I presently saw a boat at about a league and a half’s distance standing in for the shore, with a shoulder-of-mutton sail, as they call it, and the wind blowing pretty fair to bring them in; also I observed presently that they did not come from that side which the shore lay on, but from the southernmost end of the island. Upon this I called Friday in, and bid him lie close, for these were not the people we looked for, and that we might not know yet whether they were friends or enemies.

I jumped up and, ignoring the danger, I rushed out as soon as I could get dressed, through my small grove, which by now had grown into a thick wood. I say, ignoring the danger, I went out without my weapons, which wasn't typical for me; but I was surprised when I looked out to the sea and saw a boat about a mile and a half away heading toward the shore, with a sail shaped like a shoulder of mutton, as they call it, and the wind was blowing well to bring them in. I also noticed that they weren't coming from the direction of the shore but from the southernmost part of the island. So, I called Friday over and told him to stay low, because these weren’t the people we were expecting, and we didn’t know yet if they were friends or foes.

In the next place, I went in to fetch my perspective-glass, to see what I could make of them; and having taken the ladder out, I climbed up to the top of the hill, as I used to do when I was apprehensive of anything, and to take my view the plainer, without being discovered.

In the next place, I went to grab my binoculars to see what I could make of them; and after taking out the ladder, I climbed to the top of the hill, just like I used to do when I was worried about something, to get a clearer view without being seen.

I had scarce set my foot on the hill, when my eye plainly discovered a ship lying at an anchor at about two leagues and a half’s distance from me, south-south-east, but not above a league and a half from the shore. By my observation, it appeared plainly to be an English ship, and the boat appeared to be an English longboat.

I had barely set foot on the hill when I clearly saw a ship anchored about two and a half leagues away from me, to the south-southeast, but only about a league and a half from the shore. From what I could tell, it looked like an English ship, and the boat seemed to be an English longboat.

I cannot express the confusion I was in; though the joy of seeing a ship, and one who I had reason to believe was manned by my own countrymen, and consequently friends, was such as I cannot describe. But yet I had some secret doubts hung about me I cannot tell from whence they came, bidding me keep upon my guard. In the first place, it occurred to me to consider what business an English ship could have in that331 part of the world, since it was not the way to or from any part of the world where the English had any traffic; and I knew there had been no storms to drive them in there as in distress; and that if they were English really, it was most probable that they were here upon no good design; and that I had better continue as I was, than fall into the hands of thieves and murderers.

I can't express how confused I was; the joy of seeing a ship, and one that I believed was crewed by my own countrymen, and by extension friends, was beyond description. But I still had some nagging doubts that I can't pinpoint, telling me to stay on guard. First, I thought about why an English ship would be in that part of the world, considering it wasn’t on the route to or from any place where the English traded; and I knew there hadn’t been any storms to push them in there as a result of distress. If they were truly English, it was likely they weren’t there for good reasons, and it would be better for me to stay as I was than risk falling into the hands of thieves and murderers.

Let no man despise the secret hints and notices of danger which sometimes are given him when he may think there is no possibility of its being real. That such hints and notices are given us, I believe few that have made any observation of things can deny; that they are certain discoveries of an invisible world, and a converse of spirits, we cannot doubt; and if the tendency of them seems to be to warn us of danger, why should we not suppose they are from some friendly agent, whether supreme, or inferior and subordinate, is not the question, and that they are given for our good?

Let no one ignore the subtle warnings and signs of danger that sometimes come our way, even when we might think there’s no chance they could be real. I believe that few who have paid attention to the world around them can deny these warnings exist; that they are clear indications of an unseen realm and interactions with spirits is something we can’t question. If their purpose seems to be to alert us to danger, why shouldn’t we think they come from some benevolent force, whether it’s a higher power or something lesser? The important thing is that they are meant for our benefit.

The present question abundantly confirms me in the justice of this reasoning; for had I not been made cautious by this secret admonition, come it from whence it will, I had been undone inevitably, and in a far worse condition than before, as you will see presently.

The current question clearly reinforces my belief in the validity of this reasoning; for if I hadn't been made careful by this hidden warning, no matter where it came from, I would have been completely ruined, and in a much worse situation than before, as you will soon see.

I had not kept myself long in this posture, but I saw the boat draw near the shore, as if they looked for a creek to thrust in at, for the convenience of landing. However, as they did not come quite far enough, they did not see the little inlet where I formerly landed my rafts; but ran their boat on shore upon the beach, at about half a mile from me, which was332 very happy for me; for otherwise they would have landed just, as I may say, at my door, and would soon have beaten me out of my castle, and perhaps have plundered me of all I had.

I hadn't stayed in this position for long, but I saw the boat approaching the shore, as if they were looking for a spot to land. Unfortunately, they didn't get close enough to notice the small inlet where I had previously landed my rafts. Instead, they ran their boat up on the beach about half a mile away from me, which was really fortunate for me; otherwise, they would have landed right at my doorstep and could have easily overpowered me and taken everything I had.

When they were on shore, I was fully satisfied that they were Englishmen, at least most of them; one or two I thought were Dutch, but it did not prove so. There were in all eleven men, whereof three of them I found were unarmed, and, as I thought, bound; and when the first four or five of them were jumped on shore, they took those three out of the boat, as prisoners. One of the three I could perceive using the most passionate gestures of entreaty, affliction, and despair, even to a kind of extravagance; the other two, I could perceive, lifted up their hands sometimes, and appeared concerned indeed, but not to such a degree as the first.

When they got to shore, I was pretty sure they were Englishmen, at least most of them; I thought one or two might be Dutch, but that turned out not to be the case. There were a total of eleven men, three of whom I found were unarmed and, as it seemed, tied up. When the first four or five of them jumped ashore, they took those three out of the boat as prisoners. One of the three was really animated, using strong gestures of pleading, distress, and despair, even to the point of being a bit dramatic; the other two occasionally raised their hands and looked worried, but not nearly as much as the first.

I was perfectly confounded at the sight, and knew not what the meaning of it should be. Friday called out to me in English as well as he could, “O master! you see English mans eat prisoner as well as savage mans.” “Why,” says I, “Friday, do you think they are agoing to eat them then?” “Yes,” says Friday, “they will eat them.” “No, no,” says I, “Friday, I am afraid they will murder them, indeed, but you may be sure they will not eat them.”

I was completely baffled by the sight and had no idea what it meant. Friday shouted to me in English as best as he could, “Oh master! You see English men eat prisoners just like savage men.” “Well,” I said, “Friday, do you think they are going to eat them then?” “Yes,” Friday replied, “they will eat them.” “No, no,” I said, “Friday, I’m afraid they will actually kill them, but you can be sure they won’t eat them.”

All this while I had no thought of what the matter really was, but stood trembling with the horror of the sight, expecting every moment when the three prisoners should be killed; nay, once I saw one of the villains lift up his arm with a great cutlass, as the seamen call it, or sword, to strike one of the333 poor men; and I expected to see him fall every moment, at which all the blood in my body seemed to run chill in my veins.

All this time, I had no idea what was really happening, but I stood there shaking with fear at the sight, anticipating at any moment that the three prisoners would be killed. In fact, I once saw one of the villains raise his arm with a large cutlass, as the sailors call it, or sword, to strike one of the333 poor men; I expected to see him drop at any moment, and it felt like all the blood in my body was running cold in my veins.

I wished heartily now for my Spaniard, and the savage that was gone with him; or that I had any way to have come undiscovered within shot of them, that I might have rescued the three men, for I saw no firearms they had among them; but it fell out to my mind another way.

I really wished for my Spaniard and the savage that went with him; or that I had found a way to get close to them without being noticed, so I could rescue the three men, since I didn’t see any firearms with them; but I thought of another way.

After I had observed the outrageous usage of the three men by the insolent seamen, I observed the fellows run scattering about the land, as if they wanted to see the country. I observed that the three other men had liberty to go also where they pleased; but they sat down all three upon the ground, very pensive, and looked like men in despair.

After I saw how the three men were treated badly by the arrogant sailors, I noticed those guys running around the area, as if they were eager to explore. I saw that the other three men were also free to go wherever they wanted, but they just sat down on the ground, looking very thoughtful and like men who had lost hope.

This put me in mind of the first time when I came on shore, and began to look about me; how I gave myself over for lost; how wildly I looked round me; what dreadful apprehensions I had; and how I lodged in the tree all night, for fear of being devoured by wild beasts.

This reminded me of the first time I came ashore and started to explore; how I thought I was completely lost; how frantically I looked around; how terrified I felt; and how I spent the whole night in a tree, afraid of being eaten by wild animals.

As I knew nothing that night of the supply I was to receive by the providential driving of the ship nearer the land by the storms and tide, by which I have since been so long nourished and supported; so these three poor desolate men knew nothing how certain of deliverance and supply they were, how near it was to them, and how effectually and really they were in a condition of safety, at the same time that they thought themselves lost, and their case desperate.

As I knew nothing that night about the supplies I would receive due to the miraculous force of the storm and tide pushing the ship closer to shore, which has since sustained and supported me for so long; these three poor, lonely men were also unaware of how certain their rescue and provisions were, how close they actually were to safety, and how genuinely they were in a safe situation, even while believing they were lost and in a hopeless predicament.

So little do we see before us in the world, and so much334 reason have we to depend cheerfully upon the great Maker of the world, that He does not leave His creatures so absolutely destitute, but that, in the worst circumstances, they have always something to be thankful for, and sometimes are nearer their deliverance than they imagine; nay, are even brought to their deliverance by the means by which they seem to be brought to their destruction.

So little do we really see in the world, and we have so many reasons to trust happily in the great Creator, who doesn’t leave His creations completely lacking. Even in the worst situations, there’s always something to be thankful for, and sometimes we’re closer to our rescue than we realize; indeed, we can even find our way to safety through the very things that seem to lead us to our downfall.


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It was just at the top of high-water when these people came on shore; and while partly they stood parleying with the prisoners they brought, and partly while they rambled about to see what kind of a place they were in, they had carelessly stayed till the tide was spent, and the water was ebbed considerably away, leaving their boat aground.

It was just at high tide when these people arrived on shore; and while some of them talked with the prisoners they brought, and others wandered around to check out the area, they had carelessly stayed until the tide went down, leaving their boat stuck on dry land.

They had left two men in the boat, who, as I found afterwards, having drank a little too much brandy, fell asleep. However, one of them waking sooner than the other, and finding the boat too fast aground for him to stir it, hallooed for the rest, who were straggling about, upon which they all soon came to the boat; but it was past all their strength to launch her, the boat being very heavy, and the shore on that side being a soft oozy sand, almost like a quicksand.

They had left two guys in the boat who, as I later discovered, had a bit too much brandy and ended up falling asleep. However, one of them woke up before the other and, realizing the boat was stuck too deep in the ground for him to move it, called out for the others who were wandering around. They all quickly came to the boat, but it was beyond their strength to launch it since it was really heavy and the shore on that side was soft, muddy sand, almost like quicksand.

In this condition, like true seamen, who are perhaps the least of all mankind given to forethought, they gave it over, and away they strolled about the country again; and I heard one of them say aloud to another, calling them off from the boat, “Why, let her alone, Jack, can’t ye? she will float next tide;” by which I was fully confirmed in the main inquiry of what countrymen they were.

In this situation, like real sailors, who are probably the least likely people to think ahead, they let it go and wandered around the countryside again; I heard one of them say to another, calling them away from the boat, “Why don’t you just leave it, Jack? It’ll float with the next tide;” which made me completely sure in my main question of where they were from.

All this while I kept myself very close, not once daring336 to stir out of my castle, any farther than to my place of observation near the top of the hill; and very glad I was to think how well it was fortified. I knew it was no less than ten hours before the boat could be on float again, and by that time it would be dark, and I might be at more liberty to see their motions, and to hear their discourse, if they had any.

All this time, I stayed really close to home, not daring to step out of my castle any further than my lookout spot near the top of the hill. I felt pretty pleased knowing how well it was protected. I was aware it would take at least ten hours for the boat to be floating again, and by then it would be dark, giving me a better chance to watch what they did and listen to what they talked about, if they talked at all.

In the meantime, I fitted myself up for a battle, as before, though with more caution, knowing I had to do with another kind of enemy than I had at first. I ordered Friday also, whom I had made an excellent marksman with his gun, to load himself with arms. I took myself two fowling-pieces, and I gave him three muskets. My figure, indeed, was very fierce. I had my formidable goat-skin coat on, with the great cap I have mentioned, a naked sword by my side, two pistols in my belt, and a gun upon each shoulder.

In the meantime, I got ready for a fight again, but this time more carefully, realizing I was dealing with a different kind of enemy than before. I instructed Friday, who I had trained to be a great marksman with his gun, to arm himself as well. I took two shotguns for myself and gave him three muskets. I must admit, I looked quite intimidating. I wore my tough goat-skin coat, the large cap I mentioned earlier, a sword at my hip, two pistols in my belt, and a gun slung over each shoulder.

It was my design, as I said above, not to have made any attempt till it was dark; but about two o’clock, being the heat of the day, I found that, in short, they were all gone straggling into the wood, and, as I thought, were laid down to sleep. The three poor distressed men, too anxious for their condition to get any sleep, were, however, set down under the shelter of a great tree, at about a quarter of a mile from me, and, as I thought, out of sight of any of the rest.

It was my plan, as I mentioned earlier, not to make any move until it was dark; but around two o’clock, during the hottest part of the day, I realized that they had scattered off into the woods and seemed to have settled down to sleep. The three unfortunate men, too worried about their situation to get any rest, were sitting under the shelter of a large tree, about a quarter of a mile away from me, and, as I thought, out of sight of the others.

Upon this I resolved to discover myself to them, and learn something of their condition. Immediately I marched in the figure as above, my man Friday at a good distance behind me, as formidable for his arms as I, but not making quite so staring a spectre-like figure as I did.

Upon this, I decided to reveal myself to them and find out more about their situation. Right away, I walked in the formation mentioned earlier, with my man Friday a good distance behind me, just as armed as I was, but not quite as striking or ghostly as I appeared.

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I came as near them undiscovered as I could, and then, before any of them saw me, I called aloud to them in Spanish, “What are ye, gentlemen?”

I got as close to them as I could without being noticed, and then, before any of them saw me, I shouted to them in Spanish, “Who are you, gentlemen?”

They started up at the noise, but were ten times more confounded when they saw me, and the uncouth figure that I made. They made no answer at all, but I thought I perceived them just going to fly from me, when I spoke to them in English. “Gentlemen,” said I, “do not be surprised at me; perhaps you may have a friend near you, when you did not expect it.” “He must be sent directly from heaven then,” said one of them very gravely to me, and pulling off his hat at the same time to me, “for our condition is past the help of man.” “All help is from heaven, sir,” said I. “But can you put a stranger in the way how to help you, for you seem to me to be in some great distress? I saw you when you landed; and when you seemed to make applications to the brutes that came with you, I saw one of them lift up his sword to kill you.”

They jumped at the noise but were even more confused when they saw me and the awkward figure I cut. They didn’t say anything, but I thought I saw them about to run away from me when I spoke to them in English. “Gentlemen,” I said, “don’t be surprised by me; you might have a friend nearby when you least expect it.” “He must be sent straight from heaven, then,” one of them replied very seriously, taking off his hat at the same time, “because our situation is beyond human help.” “All help comes from heaven, sir,” I replied. “But can you tell a stranger how to assist you? You seem to be in some serious trouble. I saw you when you landed, and when you seemed to be asking the animals that came with you for help, I saw one of them raise his sword to attack you.”

The poor man, with tears running down his face, and trembling, looking like one astonished, returned, “Am I talking to God, or man? Is it a real man, or an angel?” “Be in no fear about that, sir,” said I. “If God had sent an angel to relieve you, he would have come better clothed, and armed after another manner than you see me in. Pray lay aside your fears; I am a man, an Englishman, and disposed to assist you, you see. I have one servant only; we have arms and ammunition; tell us freely, can we serve you? What is your case?”

The poor man, tears streaming down his face and shaking, looking completely shocked, replied, “Am I talking to God or a human? Is this really a man, or an angel?” “Don’t worry about that, sir,” I said. “If God had sent an angel to help you, he would have come dressed better and equipped differently than you see me. Please set aside your fears; I’m a man, an Englishman, and I’m here to help you, as you can see. I have just one servant; we have weapons and supplies. Please tell us openly, how can we help you? What’s going on?”

“Our case,” said he, “sir, is too long to tell you while338 our murderers are so near; but in short, sir, I was commander of that ship; my men have mutinied against me, they have been hardly prevailed on not to murder me; and at last have set me on shore in this desolate place, with these two men with me, one my mate, the other a passenger, where we expected to perish, believing the place to be uninhabited, and know not yet what to think of it.”

“Our situation,” he said, “is too complicated to explain while338 our attackers are so close; but to sum it up, I was the captain of that ship; my crew rebelled against me, and they nearly killed me; ultimately, they abandoned me on this deserted spot, along with these two men—one my first mate and the other a passenger—where we thought we would die, assuming the place was uninhabited, and we still aren’t sure what to make of it.”

“Where are those brutes, your enemies?” said I. “Do you know where they are gone?” “There they lie, sir,” said he, pointing to a thicket of trees. “My heart trembles for fear they have seen us, and heard you speak. If they have, they will certainly murder us all.”

“Where are those brutes, your enemies?” I asked. “Do you know where they went?” “There they are, sir,” he replied, pointing to a group of trees. “I’m really scared they’ve seen us and heard you. If they have, they’ll definitely kill us all.”

“Have they any firearms?” said I. He answered, “They have only two pieces, and one which they left in the boat.” “Well then,” said I, “leave the rest to me, I see they are all asleep; it is an easy thing to kill them all; but shall we rather take them prisoners?” He told me there were two desperate villains among them that it was scarce safe to show any mercy to; but if they were secured, he believed all the rest would return to their duty. I asked him which they were? He told me he could not at that distance describe them, but he would obey my orders in anything I would direct. “Well,” says I, “let us retreat out of their view or hearing, lest they awake, and we will resolve farther.” So they willingly went back with me, till the woods covered us from them.

“Do they have any guns?” I asked. He replied, “They only have two guns, and one that they left in the boat.” “Alright then,” I said, “let me handle the rest. I see they’re all asleep; it would be easy to kill them all. But should we take them as prisoners instead?” He told me there were two dangerous criminals among them, and it wasn’t safe to show any mercy. However, if we secured them, he thought the rest would return to doing their duty. I asked him which ones they were. He said he couldn’t identify them from that distance, but he would follow my orders for anything I wanted. “Okay,” I said, “let’s retreat out of their view or hearing so they don’t wake up, and we’ll decide what to do next.” So they gladly followed me back until the trees hid us from sight.

“Look you, sir,” said I, “if I venture upon your deliverance, are you willing to make two conditions with me?” He anticipated my proposals, by telling me that both he and the339 ship, if recovered, should be wholly directed and commanded by me in everything; and if the ship was not recovered, he would live and die with me in what part of the world soever I would send him; and the two other men said the same.

“Listen, sir,” I said, “if I take the risk to save you, are you willing to agree to two conditions with me?” He anticipated my terms by saying that both he and the339 ship, if saved, would be completely under my command in every way; and if the ship wasn’t saved, he would stick with me wherever I decided to send him; the other two men agreed as well.

“Well,” says I, “my conditions are but two. 1. That while you stay on this island with me, you will not pretend to any authority here; and if I put arms into your hands, you will, upon all occasions, give them up to me, and do no prejudice to me or mine upon this island; and in the meantime, be governed by my orders. 2. That if the ship is, or may be, recovered, you will carry me and my man to England, passage free.”

“Well,” I said, “I have just two conditions. 1. While you’re here on this island with me, you won’t act like you’re in charge; and if I give you any weapons, you will always hand them back to me, and do nothing to harm me or my people here on the island; in the meantime, you will follow my orders. 2. If the ship can be found or rescued, you will take me and my companion back to England, free of charge.”

He gave me all the assurances that the invention and faith of man could devise that he would comply with these most reasonable demands; and, besides, would owe his life to me, and acknowledge it upon all occasions, as long as he lived.

He promised me everything that human ingenuity and faith could come up with, that he would meet these very reasonable demands; and, on top of that, he would owe his life to me and acknowledge it whenever he could for as long as he lived.

“Well then,” said I, “here are three muskets for you, with powder and ball; tell me next what you think is proper to be done.” He showed all the testimony of his gratitude that he was able, but offered to be wholly guided by me. I told him I thought it was hard venturing anything; but the best method I could think of was to fire upon them at once, as they lay; and if any was not killed at the first volley, and offered to submit, we might save them, and so put it wholly upon God’s providence to direct the shot.

“Well then,” I said, “here are three muskets for you, along with powder and bullets; let me know what you think we should do next.” He expressed all the gratitude he could muster but said he would follow my lead completely. I told him it was risky to take any chances, but the best idea I could come up with was to shoot at them right away while they were lying down. If anyone wasn’t killed in the first shot and wanted to surrender, we could spare them and leave the rest to God’s guidance on where the bullets land.

He said very modestly that he was loth to kill them, if he could help it; but that those two were incorrigible villains, and had been the authors of all the mutiny in the ship, and if they escaped, we should be undone still; for they would go on board340 and bring the whole ship’s company, and destroy us all. “Well then,” says I, “necessity legitimates my advice, for it is the only way to save our lives.” However, seeing him still cautious of shedding blood, I told him they should go themselves, and manage as they found convenient.

He said quite modestly that he was reluctant to kill them if he could avoid it; but those two were hopeless villains and had caused all the mutiny on the ship. If they managed to escape, we would be finished, because they would go on board and rally the entire crew to destroy us all. “Well then,” I said, “necessity makes my advice valid since it's the only way to save our lives.” However, noticing that he was still hesitant about shedding blood, I suggested that they should handle things themselves and do what they thought best.

In the middle of this discourse we heard some of them awake, and soon after we saw two of them on their feet. I asked him if either of them were of the men who he had said were the heads of the mutiny? He said, “No.” “Well then,” said I, “you may let them escape; and Providence seems to have wakened them on purpose to save themselves. Now,” says I, “if the rest escape you, it is your fault.”

In the middle of this conversation, we heard some of them wake up, and soon after, we saw two of them standing. I asked him if either of them were the leaders of the mutiny he had mentioned. He said, “No.” “Well then,” I said, “you can let them go; it seems like fate woke them up to save themselves. Now,” I said, “if the others get away, that’s on you.”

Animated by this, he took the musket I had given him in his hand, and a pistol in his belt, and his two comrades with him, with each man a piece in his hand. The two men who were with him going first made some noise, at which one of the seamen who was awake turned about, and seeing them coming cried out to the rest; but it was too late then, for the moment he cried out they fired; I mean the two men, the captain wisely reserving his own piece. They had so well aimed their shot at the men they knew, that one of them was killed on the spot, and the other very much wounded; but not being dead, he started up upon his feet, and called eagerly for help to the other. But the captain stepping to him, told him ’twas too late to cry for help, he should call upon God to forgive his villainy; and with that word knocked him down with the stock of his musket, so that he never spoke more. There were three more in the company, and one of them was also slightly wounded.341 By this time I was come; and when they saw their danger, and that it was in vain to resist, they begged for mercy. The captain told them he would spare their lives if they would give him any assurance of their abhorrence of the treachery they had been guilty of, and would swear to be faithful to him in recovering the ship, and afterwards in carrying her back to Jamaica, from whence they came. They gave him all the protestations of their sincerity that could be desired, and he was willing to believe them, and spare their lives, which I was not against, only I obliged him to keep them bound hand and foot while they were upon the island.

Fueled by this, he took the musket I had given him and a pistol from his belt, along with his two comrades, each holding a weapon. The two men in front made some noise, which caused one of the seamen who was awake to turn around. Seeing them approaching, he shouted to the others, but it was too late; the moment he yelled, they fired. I mean the two men fired while the captain wisely held back his own weapon. They aimed so well at the men they recognized that one was killed instantly, and the other was severely wounded. But he didn’t die right away; he jumped to his feet and urgently called for help from the others. However, the captain stepped up to him and told him it was too late to ask for help and that he should pray to God for forgiveness for his treachery. With that, he knocked him down with the butt of his musket, and he didn't speak again. There were three more men in the group, and one of them was also slightly wounded. By this time, I had arrived, and when they realized their danger and that resisting was pointless, they pleaded for mercy. The captain told them he would spare their lives if they could assure him of their disgust for the betrayal they had committed and swear to be loyal to him in recovering the ship and then taking her back to Jamaica, from where they had come. They gave him all the assurances of their sincerity that he could want, and he was willing to believe them and spare their lives, which I didn't oppose, but I insisted that he keep them bound hand and foot while they were on the island.

While this was doing, I sent Friday with the captain’s mate to the boat, with orders to secure her, and bring away the oars and sail, which they did; and by and by three straggling men, that were (happily for them) parted from the rest, came back upon hearing the guns fired; and seeing their captain, who before was their prisoner, now their conqueror, they submitted to be bound also, and so our victory was complete.

While this was happening, I sent Friday with the captain’s mate to the boat, with instructions to secure it and bring back the oars and sail, which they did. After a while, three men who had been separated from the others returned after hearing the gunfire. When they saw their captain, who had previously been their prisoner but was now their conqueror, they agreed to be tied up too, and that completed our victory.

It now remained that the captain and I should inquire into one another’s circumstances. I began first, and told him my whole history, which he heard with an attention even to amazement; and particularly at the wonderful manner of my being furnished with provisions and ammunition; and, indeed, as my story is a whole collection of wonders, it affected him deeply. But when he reflected from thence upon himself, and how I seemed to have been preserved there on purpose to save his life, the tears ran down his face, and he could not speak a word more.

It was now time for the captain and me to learn about each other's situations. I went first and shared my entire story, which he listened to with astonished attention, especially regarding the extraordinary way I had managed to get food and supplies. Since my tale was full of amazing events, it really touched him. But when he thought about himself and realized that I seemed to have been saved for the purpose of saving his life, tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't say another word.

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After this communication was at an end, I carried him and his two men into my apartment, leading them in just where I came out, viz., at the top of the house, where I refreshed them with such provisions as I had, and showed them all the contrivances I had made during my long, long inhabiting that place.

After we finished talking, I took him and his two men to my apartment, showing them where I came out, at the top of the house. I offered them what food I had and showed them all the things I had built during my long stay in that place.

All I showed them, all I said to them, was perfectly amazing; but above all, the captain admired my fortification, and how perfectly I had concealed my retreat with a grove of trees, which, having been now planted near twenty years, and the trees growing much faster than in England, was become a little wood, and so thick, that it was impassable in any part of it but at that one side where I had reserved my little winding passage into it. I told him this was my castle and my residence, but that I had a seat in the country, as most princes have, whither I could retreat upon occasion, and I would show him that too another time; but at present, our business was to consider how to recover the ship. He agreed with me as to that but told me he was perfectly at a loss what measures to take, for that there were still six and twenty hands on board, who having entered into a cursed conspiracy, by which they had all forfeited their lives to the law, would be hardened in it now by desperation, and would carry it on, knowing that if they were reduced, they should be brought to the gallows as soon as they came to England, or to any of the English colonies; and that therefore there would be no attacking them with so small a number as we were.

All I showed them and told them was absolutely incredible; but more than anything, the captain was impressed by my fortifications and how well I had hidden my escape route with a grove of trees. These trees had been planted for nearly twenty years, and since they grew much faster than in England, it had turned into a small forest that was so dense that it was impossible to pass through anywhere except for the one side where I had kept a little winding path. I told him this was my castle and my home, but that I also had a place in the countryside, like most princes, where I could retreat when needed, and I would show him that later. But right now, we needed to focus on how to get the ship back. He agreed but said he was completely unsure what steps to take because there were still twenty-six crew members on board who had entered into a terrible conspiracy, which meant they had all forfeited their lives to the law. They would be determined to carry it on out of desperation, knowing that if they were caught, they would be hanged as soon as they got back to England or any of the English colonies. Therefore, attacking them with such a small group as ours wouldn’t work.

I mused for some time upon what he said, and found it was a very rational conclusion, and that therefore something was343 to be resolved on very speedily, as well to draw the men on board into some snare for their surprise, as to prevent their landing upon us, and destroying us. Upon this it presently occurred to me that in a little while the ship’s crew, wondering what was become of their comrades, and of the boat, would certainly come on shore in their other boat to see for them; and that then, perhaps, they might come armed, and be too strong for us. This he allowed was rational.

I thought for a while about what he said and realized it was a sensible conclusion. Because of that, we needed to make a decision quickly, both to catch the men who came ashore off guard and to stop them from landing and attacking us. It then struck me that soon the ship's crew, curious about where their friends and the boat had gone, would definitely come ashore in their other boat to look for them. I worried that they might come armed and be too strong for us. He agreed that made sense.

Upon this, I told him the first thing we had to do was to stave the boat, which lay upon the beach, so that they might not carry her off; and taking everything out of her, leave her so far useless as not to be fit to swim. Accordingly we went on board, took the arms which were left on board out of her, and what else we found there, which was a bottle of brandy, and another of rum, a few biscuit-cakes, a horn of powder, and a great lump of sugar in a piece of canvas—the sugar was five or six pounds; all of which was very welcome to me, especially the brandy and sugar, of which I had had none left for many years.

After that, I told him the first thing we needed to do was to secure the boat, which was on the beach, so they wouldn’t be able to take it; and we should empty it out so that it was basically useless and unable to float. So, we went on board, took the weapons that were still there, and whatever else we found, including a bottle of brandy, another bottle of rum, a few biscuit cakes, a horn of gunpowder, and a large chunk of sugar wrapped in canvas—the sugar weighed about five or six pounds. All of this was a huge relief to me, especially the brandy and sugar, since I hadn't had any in years.

When we had carried all these things on shore (the oars, mast, sail, and rudder of the boat were carried away before, as above), we knocked a great hole in her bottom that if they had come strong enough to master us, yet they could not carry off the boat.

When we got all these things onto the shore (the oars, mast, sail, and rudder of the boat had already been taken away, as mentioned earlier), we made a big hole in the bottom of the boat so that if they had been strong enough to overpower us, they still couldn't take the boat with them.

Indeed, it was not much in my thoughts that we could be able to recover the ship; but my view was, that if they went away without the boat, I did not much question to make her fit again to carry us away to the Leeward Islands, and344 call upon our friends the Spaniards in my way; for I had them still in my thoughts.

Indeed, I didn’t really think we could get the ship back; my focus was that if they left without the boat, I had no doubt I could make it seaworthy again to take us to the Leeward Islands and stop by to see our friends the Spaniards along the way, because I still thought about them. 344

While we were thus preparing our designs, and had first, by main strength, heaved the boat up upon the beach so high that the tide would not fleet her off at high-water mark; and besides, had broke a hole in her bottom too big to be quickly stopped, and were sat down musing what we should do, we heard the ship fire a gun, and saw her make a waft with her flag as a signal for the boat to come on board. But no boat stirred; and they fired several times, making other signals for the boat.

While we were preparing our plans and had managed to haul the boat up onto the beach high enough so the tide wouldn't wash her away at high water, and besides had made a hole in her bottom too large to fix quickly, we sat down thinking about what to do. Suddenly, we heard the ship fire a gun and saw her wave her flag as a signal for the boat to come aboard. But no boat moved; they fired several times, making other signals for the boat.

At last when all their signals and firings proved fruitless, and they found the boat did not stir, we saw them, by the help of my glasses, hoist another boat out, and row towards the shore; and we found, as they approached, that there was no less than ten men in her, and that they had firearms with them.

At last, when all their signals and shots turned out to be useless, and they realized the boat wasn't moving, we noticed through my binoculars that they launched another boat and started rowing toward the shore. As they got closer, we saw that there were at least ten men in it, and they were carrying firearms.

As the ship lay almost two leagues from the shore we had a full view of them as they came, and a plain sight of the men, even of their faces; because the tide having set them a little to the east of the other boat, they rowed up under shore, to come to the same place where the other had landed, and where the boat lay.

As the ship rested almost two leagues from the shore, we got a clear view of them as they approached, even seeing the men's faces. The tide had drifted them a bit east of the other boat, so they rowed along the shore to reach the same spot where the other one had landed and where the boat was.

By this means, I say, we had a full view of them, and the captain knew the persons and characters of all the men in the boat, of whom he said that there were three very honest fellows, who, he was sure, were led into this conspiracy by the rest, being overpowered and frightened; but that as for the boatswain, who, it seems, was the chief officer among them, and all the rest, they were as outrageous as any of the ship’s crew, and were no345 doubt made desperate in their new enterprise; and terribly apprehensive he was that they would be too powerful for us.

Through this, I say, we got a clear look at them, and the captain recognized all the guys in the boat. He mentioned that there were three really honest guys who he believed were caught up in this plot by the others, feeling overwhelmed and scared. However, as for the boatswain, who apparently was the leader among them, and the rest, they were as wild as any of the ship’s crew and were definitely becoming reckless in their new venture. He was really worried that they would be too strong for us.

I smiled at him, and told him that men in our circumstances were past the operation of fear; that seeing almost every condition that could be was better than that which we were supposed to be in, we ought to expect that the consequence, whether death or life, would be sure to be a deliverance. I asked him what he thought of the circumstances of my life, and whether a deliverance were not worth venturing for? “And where, sir,” said I, “is your belief of my being preserved here on purpose to save your life which elevated you a little while ago? For my part,” said I, “there seems to be but one thing amiss in all the prospect of it.” “What’s that?” said he. “Why,” said I, “’tis that, as you say, there are three or four honest fellows among them, which should be spared; had they been all of the wicked part of the crew I should have thought God’s providence had singled them out to deliver them into your hands; for depend upon it, every man of that that comes ashore are our own, and shall die or live as they behave to us.”

I smiled at him and told him that men like us have moved past the fear of death; that having seen almost every possible situation, it’s better than what we’re supposed to be facing. We should expect that the outcome, whether it’s life or death, will definitely bring us relief. I asked him what he thought about my life situation and whether a chance at freedom wasn’t worth taking a risk for? “And where, sir,” I said, “is your belief that I was preserved here to save your life, which made you feel a bit uplifted a while ago? As for me,” I said, “there seems to be just one thing wrong in all of this.” “What’s that?” he asked. “Well,” I said, “it’s that, as you mentioned, there are three or four decent guys among them that should be spared; if they had all been the wicked ones, I would have thought that God’s providence was directing them into your hands. Because mark my words, every man who comes ashore is one of us, and they will live or die depending on how they treat us.”

As I spoke this with a raised voice and cheerful countenance, I found it greatly encouraged him; so we set vigorously to our business. We had, upon the first appearance of the boat’s coming from the ship, considered of separating our prisoners, and had, indeed, secured them effectually.

As I said this with a loud voice and a bright smile, I noticed it really motivated him; so we got to work enthusiastically. When we first saw the boat coming from the ship, we talked about separating our prisoners, and we had actually managed to secure them effectively.

Two of them, of whom the captain was less assured than ordinary, I sent with Friday and one of the three delivered men to my cave, where they were remote enough, and out of danger346 of being heard or discovered, or of finding their way out of the woods if they could have delivered themselves. Here they left them bound, but gave them provisions, and promised them, if they continued there quietly, to give them their liberty in a day or two; but that if they attempted their escape, they should be put to death without mercy. They promised faithfully to bear their confinement with patience, and were very thankful that they had such good usage as to have provisions and a light left them; for Friday gave them candles (such as we made ourselves) for their comfort; and they did not know but that he stood sentinel over them at the entrance.

Two of them, including the captain, who was less confident than usual, I sent with Friday and one of the three rescued men to my cave, where they were far enough away and out of danger of being heard or found, or of finding their way out of the woods if they managed to escape. They left them tied up but provided them with food and promised that if they stayed quiet, they would be freed in a day or two; however, if they tried to escape, they would be executed without mercy. They promised to endure their confinement patiently and were very grateful for the decent treatment they received, including food and a light; Friday even gave them candles (the kind we made ourselves) for their comfort, and they had no idea that he might be keeping watch over them at the entrance.

The other prisoners had better usage. Two of them were kept pinioned, indeed, because the captain was not free to trust them; but the other two were taken into my service, upon their captain’s recommendation, and upon their solemnly engaging to live and die with us; so with them and the three honest men we were seven men well armed; and I made no doubt we should be able to deal well enough with the ten that were a-coming, considering that the captain had said there were three or four honest men among them also.

The other prisoners had better luck. Two of them were kept restrained because the captain couldn’t trust them; but the other two were assigned to help me based on their captain's recommendation and their serious promise to stick with us through thick and thin. So, with them and the three trustworthy men, we had a total of seven well-armed guys. I was confident we could handle the ten that were coming, especially since the captain mentioned there were three or four decent men among them as well.

As soon as they got to the place where their other boat lay, they ran their boat into the beach, and came all on shore, hauling the boat up after them, which I was glad to see; for I was afraid they would rather have left the boat at an anchor some distance from the shore, with some hands in her to guard her, and so we should not be able to seize the boat.

As soon as they arrived at the spot where their other boat was, they beached their boat and all got out, pulling the boat up after them, which I was relieved to see; I was worried they might have preferred to leave the boat anchored some distance from the shore with a few people on board to watch it, making it impossible for us to take the boat.

Being on shore, the first thing they did was to run to347 their other boat; and it was easy to see that they were under a great surprise to find her stripped, as above, of all that was in her, and a great hole in her bottom.

Being on shore, the first thing they did was run to347 their other boat; and it was obvious they were shocked to find it emptied out, just like before, with a big hole in the bottom.

After they had mused a while upon this, they set up two or three great shouts, hallooing with all their might, to try if they could make their companions hear; but all was to no purpose. Then they came all close in a ring, and fired a volley of their small arms, which, indeed, we heard, and the echoes made the woods ring. But it was all one; those in the cave we were sure could not hear, and those in our keeping, though they heard it well enough, yet durst give no answer to them.

After thinking about this for a while, they let out two or three loud shouts, yelling at the top of their lungs to see if they could get their friends to hear them; but it didn’t work. Then they gathered in a circle and fired a burst from their small weapons, which we definitely heard, and the echoes made the woods come alive. But it didn’t matter; those in the cave we knew couldn’t hear, and those we were looking after, while they heard the noise just fine, didn’t dare to respond.

They were so astonished at the surprise of this, that, as they told us afterwards, they resolved to go all on board again, to their ship, and let them know there that the men were all murdered, and the longboat staved. Accordingly, they immediately launched their boat again, and got all of them on board.

They were so shocked by this surprise that, as they later told us, they decided to head back to their ship and let everyone know that the men were all killed and the longboat was damaged. So, they quickly launched their boat again and got everyone on board.

The captain was terribly amazed, and even confounded at this, believing they would go on board the ship again, and set sail, giving their comrades for lost, and so he should still lose the ship, which he was in hopes we should have recovered; but he was quickly as much frightened the other way.

The captain was extremely shocked and even confused by this, thinking they would return to the ship, set sail, and consider their comrades lost, which meant he would still lose the ship, something he had hoped we would recover. But he soon became just as frightened for a different reason.

They had not been long put off with the boat but we perceived them all coming on shore again; but with this new measure in their conduct, which it seems they consulted together upon, viz., to leave three men in the boat, and the rest to go on shore, and go up into the country to look for their fellows.

They hadn't been gone from the boat for long when we saw them all coming back to shore. However, they had come up with a new plan; they decided to leave three men in the boat while the others went ashore and ventured inland to look for their companions.

This was a great disappointment to us, for now we were at348 a loss what to do; for our seizing those seven men on shore would be no advantage to us if we let the boat escape, because they would then row away to the ship, and then the rest of them would be sure to weigh and set sail, and so our recovering the ship would be lost. However, we had no remedy but to wait and see what the issue of things might present. The seven men came on shore, and the three who remained in the boat put her off to a good distance from the shore, and came to an anchor to wait for them; so that it was impossible for us to come at them in the boat.

This was a huge disappointment for us, as we were at a loss for what to do. Seizing those seven men on the shore wouldn't help if we let the boat get away, since they would then row back to the ship and the others would definitely weigh anchor and set sail, making our chances of recovering the ship completely lost. All we could do was wait and see how things played out. The seven men came ashore, while the three who stayed with the boat moved it a good distance away from the shore and anchored, waiting for them. This made it impossible for us to reach them in the boat.

Those that came on shore kept close together, marching towards the top of the little hill under which my habitation lay; and we could see them plainly, though they could not perceive us. We could have been very glad they would have come nearer to us, so that we might have fired at them, or that they would have gone farther off, that we might have come abroad.

Those who came ashore stayed close together, heading towards the top of the little hill where my home was located; we could see them clearly, even though they couldn't see us. We would have been really happy if they had come closer so that we could shoot at them, or if they had gone further away, so that we could go outside.

But when they were come to the brow of the hill, where they could see a great way into the valleys and woods which lay towards the north-east part, and where the island lay lowest, they shouted and hallooed till they were weary; and not caring, it seems, to venture far from the shore, nor far from one another, they sat down together under a tree, to consider of it. Had they thought fit to have gone to sleep there, as the other party of them had done, they had done the job for us; but they were too full of apprehensions of danger to venture to go to sleep, though they could not tell what the danger was they had to fear neither.

But when they reached the top of the hill, where they could see far into the valleys and woods to the northeast, and where the island was at its lowest, they shouted and called out until they were tired. Not wanting to stray far from the shore or from each other, they sat down together under a tree to think it over. If they had chosen to fall asleep there, like the other group had done, they would have finished the job for us. But they were too anxious about potential danger to risk sleeping, even though they couldn’t identify what the danger was that they were afraid of.

The captain made a very just proposal to me upon this349 consultation of theirs, viz., that perhaps they would all fire a volley again, to endeavor to make their fellows hear, and that we should all sally upon them, just at the juncture when their pieces were all discharged, and they would certainly yield, and we should have them without bloodshed. I liked the proposal, provided it was done while we were near enough to come up to them before they could load their pieces again.

The captain made a fair suggestion to me during their meeting, which was that maybe they should all fire a volley again to try to get their friends' attention, and that we should charge at them just as they finished firing their weapons. He believed they would definitely surrender, allowing us to capture them without any violence. I liked the idea, as long as we were close enough to reach them before they could reload.

But this event did not happen, and we lay still a long time, very irresolute what course to take. At length I told them there would be nothing to be done, in my opinion, till night; and then, if they did not return to the boat, perhaps we might find a way to get between them and the shore, and so might use some stratagem with them in the boat to get them on shore.

But this event didn’t happen, and we stayed still for a long time, uncertain about what to do. Finally, I told them that I didn’t think there was anything we could do until night. Then, if they didn’t come back to the boat, maybe we could find a way to get between them and the shore, and use some trick to get them from the boat to the shore.

We waited a great while, though very impatient for their removing; and were very uneasy when, after long consultations, we saw them start all up, and march down toward the sea. It seems they had such dreadful apprehensions upon them of the danger of the place, that they resolved to go on board the ship again, give their companions over for lost, and so go on with their intended voyage with the ship.

We waited a long time, feeling really impatient for them to leave; and we were very anxious when, after a lot of discussions, we saw them all get up and head down toward the sea. It seemed they were so terrified of the danger in the area that they decided to go back on the ship, give up on their companions as lost, and continue with their planned voyage.

As soon as I perceived them go towards the shore, I imagined it to be, as it really was, that they had given over their search, and were for going back again; and the captain, as soon as I told him my thoughts, was ready to sink at the apprehensions of it; but I presently thought of a stratagem to fetch them back again, and which answered my end to a tittle.

As soon as I saw them heading towards the shore, I figured, correctly, that they had given up their search and were getting ready to head back; and when I shared my thoughts with the captain, he looked like he might faint from worry. But then I quickly came up with a plan to bring them back, and it worked perfectly.

I ordered Friday and the captain’s mate to go over the350 little creek westward, towards the place where the savages came on shore when Friday was rescued, and as soon as they came to a little rising ground, at about half a mile distance, I bade them halloo as loud as they could, and wait till they found the seamen heard them; that as soon as ever they heard the seamen answer them, they should return it again; and then keeping out of sight, take a round, always answering when the others hallooed, to draw them as far into the island, and among the woods, as possible, and then wheel about again to me by such ways as I directed them.

I sent Friday and the captain’s mate to head over the350 little creek to the west, toward the spot where the natives landed when Friday was rescued. Once they reached a small rise about half a mile away, I told them to shout as loudly as they could and wait until the sailors heard them. As soon as they got a response from the sailors, they should call back. They were to stay out of sight while taking a circular route, always responding when the others shouted, to lure them deeper into the island and into the woods. Then they would come back to me using the paths I showed them.

They were just going into the boat when Friday and the mate hallooed; and they presently heard them, and answering, ran along the shore westward, towards the voice they heard, when they were presently stopped by the creek, where the water being up, they could not get over, and called for the boat to come up and set them over, as, indeed, I expected.

They were just about to get into the boat when Friday and the mate shouted. They heard them and, in response, ran along the shore to the west towards the voice they heard. However, they were soon stopped by the creek, where the water was high, making it impossible to cross. They called for the boat to come over and take them across, which was exactly what I had anticipated.

When they had set themselves over, I observed that the boat being gone up a good way into the creek, and, as it were, in a harbor within the land, they took one of the three men out of her to go along with them, and left only two in the boat, having fastened her to the stump of a little tree on the shore.

When they had settled in, I noticed that the boat had gone a good distance into the creek, almost like it was in a sheltered spot on land. They took one of the three men out of the boat to go with them and left only two in the boat, securely tying it to the stump of a small tree on the shore.

That was what I wished for; and immediately, leaving Friday and the captain’s mate to their business, I took the rest with me, and crossing the creek out of their sight, we surprised the two men before they were aware; one of them lying on shore, and the other being in the boat. The fellow on shore was between sleeping and waking, and going to start up. The351 captain, who was foremost, ran in upon him, and knocked him down, and then called out to him in the boat to yield, or he was a dead man.

That was what I wanted; and right away, leaving Friday and the captain’s mate to handle their tasks, I took the others with me, and crossing the creek out of their sight, we caught the two men off guard; one was lying on the shore, and the other was in the boat. The guy on the shore was half asleep and about to wake up. The captain, who was in the lead, rushed at him and knocked him down, then shouted to the guy in the boat to surrender or he’d be a goner.

There needed very few arguments to persuade a single man to yield when he saw five men upon him, and his comrade knocked down; besides, this was, it seems, one of the three who were not so hearty in the mutiny as the rest of the crew and therefore was easily persuaded not only to yield but afterwards to join very sincerely with us.

There were very few reasons needed to convince a lone man to give in when he saw five men coming at him, especially with his buddy knocked out. Plus, this was one of the three who weren’t as committed to the mutiny as the rest of the crew, so he was easily swayed not just to surrender but also to truly team up with us afterward.

In the meantime Friday and the captain’s mate so well managed their business with the rest that they drew them, by hallooing and answering, from one hill to another, and from one wood to another, till they not only heartily tired them, but left them where they were very sure they could not reach back to the boat before it was dark; and, indeed, they were heartily tired themselves also by the time they came back to us.

In the meantime, Friday and the captain's mate skillfully coordinated with the others, calling out and responding, leading them from one hill to another and from one forest to another. They not only wore them out completely but also ensured they wouldn't be able to get back to the boat before dark. By the time they returned to us, they were just as exhausted themselves.

We had nothing now to do but to watch for them in the dark, and to fall upon them, so as to make sure work with them.

We had nothing left to do but to wait for them in the dark and to surprise them, ensuring we finished the job.

It was several hours after Friday came back to me before they came back to their boat; and we could hear the foremost of them, long before they came quite up, calling to those behind to come along, and could also hear them answer and complain how lame and tired they were, and not able to come any faster; which was very welcome news to us.

It was a few hours after Friday returned to me before they made it back to their boat; we could hear the first of them calling out to those behind to hurry up, and we could also hear them responding and complaining about how sore and tired they were, unable to move any quicker; which was great news for us.

At length they came up to the boat; but ’tis impossible to express their confusion when they found the boat fast aground in the creek, the tide ebbed out, and their two men gone. We352 could hear them call to one another in a most lamentable manner, telling one another they were gotten onto an enchanted island; that either there were inhabitants on it, and they should all be murdered, or else there were devils and spirits on it, and they should be all carried away and devoured.

Eventually, they reached the boat, but it's impossible to describe their confusion when they discovered the boat stuck on the shore in the creek, the tide had gone out, and their two crew members were missing. We352 could hear them calling to each other in a very lamentable way, telling one another that they had ended up on an enchanted island; that either there were people living there who would murder them all, or there were demons and spirits who would take them away and eat them.

They hallooed again, and called their two comrades by their names a great many times; but no answer. After some time we could see them, by the little light there was, run about, wringing their hands like men in despair, and that sometimes they would go and sit down in the boat to rest themselves; then come ashore again, and walk about again, and so the same thing over again.

They shouted again and called out to their two friends by name many times, but there was no response. Eventually, we could see them in the dim light running around, wringing their hands like desperate people. Sometimes they would sit down in the boat to take a break, then come back ashore and start walking around again, repeating the same cycle.

My men would fain have me give them leave to fall upon them at once in the dark; but I was willing to take them at some advantage, so to spare them, and kill as few of them as I could; and especially I was unwilling to hazard the killing any of our own men, knowing the others were very well armed. I resolved to wait, to see if they did not separate; and, therefore, to make sure of them, I drew my ambuscade nearer, and ordered Friday and the captain to creep upon their hands and feet, as close to the ground as they could, that they might not be discovered, and get as near them as they could possibly, before they offered to fire.

My men were eager for me to let them attack right away in the dark, but I wanted to take advantage of the situation to minimize casualties on their side and avoid risking our own men, knowing the others were well-armed. I decided to wait and see if they would separate. To make sure we could catch them off guard, I ordered my ambush to move closer and told Friday and the captain to crawl on their hands and knees, as low to the ground as possible, so they wouldn’t be spotted and could get as near as they could before they fired.

They had not been long in that posture but that the boatswain, who was the principal ringleader of the mutiny, and had now shown himself the most dejected and dispirited of all the rest, came walking towards them, with two more of their crew. The captain was so eager, as having this principal rogue so353 much in his power, that he could hardly have patience to let him come so near as to be sure of him, for they only heard his tongue before; but when they came nearer, the captain and Friday, starting up on their feet, let fly at them.

They hadn’t been in that position long when the boatswain, who was the main instigator of the mutiny and now appeared to be the most defeated and downcast of them all, walked toward them with two other crew members. The captain was so eager, having this main troublemaker practically in his grasp, that he could barely wait for him to get close enough for a clear shot, since they had only heard him speak before. But when they got closer, the captain and Friday jumped to their feet and took aim at them.

The boatswain was killed upon the spot; the next man was shot into the body, and fell just by him, though he did not die till an hour or two after; and the third ran for it.

The boatswain was killed instantly; the next man was shot in the body and fell right next to him, though he didn’t die until an hour or two later; and the third one ran away.

At the noise of the fire I immediately advanced with my whole army, which was now eight men, viz., myself, generalissimo; Friday, my lieutenant-general; the captain and his two men, and the three prisoners of war, whom we had trusted with arms.

At the sound of the fire, I quickly moved forward with my entire army, which now consisted of eight men: myself, the commander; Friday, my second-in-command; the captain and his two soldiers; and the three prisoners of war we had given weapons to.

We came upon them, indeed, in the dark, so that they could not see our number; and I made the man we had left in the boat, who was now one of us, call to them by name, to try if I could bring them to a parley, and so might perhaps reduce them to terms, which fell out just as we desired; for indeed it was easy to think, as their condition then was, they would be very willing to capitulate. So he calls out as loud as he could to one of them, “Tom Smith! Tom Smith!” Tom Smith answered immediately, “Who’s that? Robinson?” For it seems he knew his voice. The other answered, “Ay, ay; for God’s sake, Tom Smith, throw down your arms and yield, or you are all dead men this moment.”

We found them, in fact, in the dark, so they couldn’t see how many of us there were; and I had the guy we left in the boat, who was now one of us, call out to them by name, hoping to bring them to negotiate, which worked out just as we hoped. Given their situation at that moment, it seemed likely they would be very willing to surrender. So he shouted as loud as he could to one of them, “Tom Smith! Tom Smith!” Tom Smith immediately responded, “Who’s that? Robinson?” Apparently, he recognized his voice. The other replied, “Yes, yes; for God’s sake, Tom Smith, lay down your weapons and surrender, or you’re all dead men right now.”

“Who must we yield to? Where are they?” says Smith again. “Here they are,” says he; “here’s our captain, and fifty men with him, have been hunting you this two hours; the354 boatswain is killed, Will Frye is wounded, and I am a prisoner; and if you do not yield, you are all lost.”

“Who do we have to surrender to? Where are they?” Smith asks again. “Here they are,” he says; “here’s our captain, and he’s been looking for you with fifty men for two hours. The boatswain is dead, Will Frye is injured, and I’m a prisoner; if you don’t surrender, you’re all done for.”

“Will they give us quarter then,” says Tom Smith, “and we will yield?” “I’ll go and ask, if you promise to yield,” says Robinson. So he asked the captain, and the captain then calls himself out, “You, Smith, you know my voice, if you lay down your arms immediately, and submit, you shall have your lives, all but Will Atkins.”

“Will they spare us then?” says Tom Smith, “and we will surrender?” “I’ll go ask, if you promise to give up,” says Robinson. So he asked the captain, and the captain then called out, “You, Smith, you know my voice; if you lay down your weapons now and submit, you will all be spared, except for Will Atkins.”


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Upon this Will Atkins cried out, “For God’s sake, captain, give me quarter; what have I done? They have been all as bad as I”; which, by the way, was not true neither; for, it seems, this Will Atkins was the first man that laid hold of the captain when they first mutinied, and used him barbarously, in tying his hands, and giving him injurious language. However, the captain told him he must lay down his arms at discretion, and trust to the governor’s mercy; by which he meant me, for they all called me governor.

Upon this, Will Atkins shouted, “For God’s sake, captain, spare me; what have I done? They’ve all been just as bad as I have!” But that wasn't true either; it turned out that Will Atkins was the first one to grab the captain when they first rebelled, treating him brutally by tying his hands and insulting him. Nevertheless, the captain told him he had to surrender his weapons and rely on the governor’s mercy; by that, he meant me, since they all called me governor.

In a word they all laid down their arms, and begged their lives; and I sent the man that had parleyed with them and two more, who bound them all; and then my great army of fifty men, which, particularly with those three, were all but eight, came up and seized upon them all, and upon their boat; only that I kept myself and one more out of sight for reasons of state.

In short, they all dropped their weapons and pleaded for their lives. I sent the guy who had talked to them along with two others to tie them up, and then my big army of fifty men, along with those three, left only eight remaining. We rounded them all up, along with their boat; I just made sure to stay hidden with one other person for political reasons.

Our next work was to repair the boat, and think of seizing the ship; and as for the captain, now he had leisure to parley with them, he expostulated with them upon the villainy of their practices with him, and at length upon the farther wickedness of their design, and how certainly it must bring them to misery and distress in the end, and perhaps to the gallows.

Our next task was to fix the boat and plan how to take the ship. Now that the captain had time to talk to them, he confronted them about how wrong their actions towards him were. He eventually pointed out the deeper evil of their plan and how it would definitely lead them to misery and suffering in the end, and maybe even to the gallows.

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They all appeared very penitent, and begged hard for their lives. As for that, he told them they were none of his prisoners, but the commander of the island; that they thought they had set him on shore in a barren uninhabited island; but it had pleased God so to direct them that the island was inhabited, and that the governor was an Englishman; that he might hang them all there, if he pleased; but as he had given them all quarter, he supposed he would send them to England, to be dealt with there as justice required, except Atkins, whom he was commanded by the governor to advise to prepare for death, for that he would be hanged in the morning.

They all looked very sorry and begged intensely for their lives. In response, he told them that they were not his prisoners but the commander of the island's. They thought they had left him on a barren, uninhabited island, but it was fortunate that God had led them to an inhabited one, where the governor was an Englishman. He could hang them all if he wanted to, but since he had given them mercy, he planned to send them to England to face justice there, except for Atkins, whom the governor had ordered him to inform that he should get ready to die because he would be hanged in the morning.

Though this was all a fiction of his own, yet it had its desired effect. Atkins fell upon his knees, to beg the captain to intercede with the governor for his life; and all the rest begged of him, for God’s sake, that they might not be sent to England.

Though this was all a story of his own making, it had the desired effect. Atkins dropped to his knees, pleading with the captain to talk to the governor on his behalf to save his life; and everyone else begged him, for God's sake, not to be sent back to England.

It now occurred to me that the time of our deliverance was come, and that it would be a most easy thing to bring these fellows in to be hearty in getting possession of the ship; so I retired in the dark from them, that they might not see what kind of a governor they had, and called the captain to me. When I called, as at a good distance, one of the men was ordered to speak again, and say to the captain, “Captain, the commander calls for you.” And presently the captain replied, “Tell his excellency I am just a-coming.” This more perfectly amazed them, and they all believed that the commander was just by with his fifty men.

It suddenly struck me that the time for our escape had arrived, and it would be really easy to get these guys to help us take control of the ship. So, I quietly slipped away from them in the dark so they wouldn’t realize what kind of leader they had, and I called the captain over. When I called out, one of the men was asked to relay the message, saying to the captain, “Captain, the commander is calling for you.” And right away, the captain replied, “Tell his excellency I’ll be there in a moment.” This completely stunned them, and they all thought that the commander was nearby with his fifty men.

Upon the captain’s coming to me, I told him my project for357 seizing the ship, which he liked wonderfully well, and resolved to put it in execution the next morning. But in order to execute it with more art, and secure of success, I told him we must divide the prisoners, and that he should go and take Atkins and two more of the worst of them, and send them pinioned to the cave where the others lay. This was committed to Friday and the two men who came on shore with the captain.

When the captain approached me, I shared my plan to take control of the ship, which he was really excited about, and decided to act on it the next morning. However, to make it work better and ensure we succeeded, I suggested we split up the prisoners. I told him he should go and capture Atkins and two of the worst among them, then send them tied up to the cave where the others were. This task was assigned to Friday and the two men who came ashore with the captain.

They conveyed them to the cave, as to a prison. And it was, indeed, a dismal place, especially to men in their condition. The others I ordered to my bower, as I called it, of which I have given a full description; and as it was fenced in, and they pinioned, the place was secure enough, considering they were upon their behavior.

They took them to the cave, like it was a prison. And it really was a gloomy spot, especially for men in their state. I had the others brought to my room, as I referred to it, which I’ve described in detail; and since it was enclosed, and they were tied up, the area was secure enough, given that they were on their best behavior.

To these in the morning I sent the captain, who was to enter into a parley with them; in a word, to try them, and tell me whether he thought they might be trusted or no to go on board and surprise the ship. He talked to them of the injury done him, of the condition they were brought to; and that though the governor had given them quarter for their lives as to the present action, yet that if they were sent to England they would all be hanged in chains, to be sure; but that if they would join in so just an attempt as to recover the ship, he would have the governor’s engagement for their pardon.

I sent the captain to talk to them in the morning. His job was to figure out if they could be trusted to come aboard and help us take the ship by surprise. He spoke to them about the harm done to him and the tough situation they were in. He explained that even though the governor had spared their lives for now, they would definitely be hanged if they were sent back to England. However, he told them that if they joined us in the fair plan to reclaim the ship, he could promise them the governor's protection and a pardon.

Any one may guess how readily such a proposal would be accepted by men in their condition. They fell down on their knees to the captain, and promised, with the deepest imprecations, that they would be faithful to him to the last drop, and that they should owe their lives to him and would go with358 him all over the world; that they would own him for a father to them as long as they lived.

Anyone can imagine how quickly such a proposal would be accepted by men in their situation. They knelt before the captain and vowed, with the strongest oaths, that they would be loyal to him until the very end, that they owed their lives to him, and that they would follow him anywhere in the world; that they would consider him a father to them for as long as they lived.358

“Well,” says the captain, “I must go and tell the governor what you say, and see what I can do to bring him to consent to it.” So he brought me an account of the temper he found them in, and that he verily believed they would be faithful.

“Well,” says the captain, “I need to go and tell the governor what you said and see what I can do to get him to agree to it.” So he brought me an update on the mood he observed and that he truly believed they would be loyal.

However, that we might be very secure, I told him he should go back again and choose out five of them, and tell them they might see that he did not want men, that he would take out those five to be his assistants, and that the governor would keep the other two and the three that were sent prisoners to the castle, my cave, as hostages for the fidelity of those five; and that if they proved unfaithful in the execution, the five hostages should be hanged in chains alive upon the shore.

However, to ensure our safety, I told him he should go back again and pick five of them. He should explain that he didn’t want any men and that he would take those five as his assistants, while the governor would keep the other two and the three that were sent to the castle, my cave, as hostages to guarantee the loyalty of those five. I also mentioned that if they betrayed us during the task, the five hostages would be hanged in chains, alive, on the shore.

This looked severe, and convinced them that the governor was in earnest. However, they had no way left then but to accept it; and it was now the business of the prisoners as much as of the captain, to persuade the other five to do their duty.

This seemed serious, and it convinced them that the governor was serious. However, they had no choice but to accept it; now it was up to the prisoners as much as the captain to convince the other five to do their part.

Our strength was now thus ordered for the expedition. 1. The captain, his mate, and passenger. 2. Then the two prisoners of the first gang, to whom, having their characters from the captain, I had given their liberty, and trusted them with arms. 3. The other two whom I had kept till now in my bower, pinioned, but upon the captain’s motion had now released. 4. These five released at last; so that they were twelve in all, besides five we kept prisoners in the cave for hostages.

Our group was now set for the journey. 1. The captain, his first mate, and a passenger. 2. Then, the two prisoners from the first group, who I had granted freedom after getting their backgrounds from the captain, and I trusted them with weapons. 3. The other two whom I had kept tied up in my shelter until now, but at the captain’s suggestion, I had finally let them go. 4. So, these five were finally free; making a total of twelve, not including the five we were keeping in the cave as hostages.

I asked the captain if he was willing to venture with these359 hands on board the ship; for as for me and my man Friday, I did not think it was proper for us to stir, having seven men left behind, and it was employment enough for us to keep them asunder and supply them with victuals. As to the five in the cave, I resolved to keep them fast; but Friday went in twice a day to them, to supply them with necessaries, and I made the other two carry provisions to a certain distance, where Friday was to take it.

I asked the captain if he was willing to take these people on board the ship; as for me and my companion Friday, I didn’t think it was right for us to move, since we had seven men left behind, and it was a big enough task to keep them separated and provide them with food. As for the five in the cave, I decided to keep them secure; but Friday went in twice a day to bring them supplies, and I had the other two carry provisions a certain distance, where Friday would pick them up.

When I showed myself to the two hostages it was with the captain, who told them I was the person the governor had ordered to look after them, and that it was the governor’s pleasure they should not stir anywhere but by my direction; that if they did, they should be fetched into the castle, and be laid in irons; so that as we never suffered them to see me as governor, so I now appeared as another person, and spoke of the governor, the garrison, the castle, and the like, upon all occasions.

When I met with the two hostages, I was with the captain, who informed them that I was the one the governor had chosen to take care of them, and that they were only allowed to move around under my guidance. He warned them that if they didn't follow that, they would be taken back to the castle and put in chains. Since we never let them see me as the governor, I introduced myself as someone else and consistently talked about the governor, the garrison, the castle, and similar topics.

The captain now had no difficulty before him but to furnish his two boats, stop the breach of one, and man them. He made his passenger captain of one, with four other men; and himself, and his mate, and five more went in the other; and they contrived their business very well, for they came up to the ship about midnight. As soon as they came within call of the ship, he made Robinson hail them, and tell them they had brought off the men and the boat, but that it was a long time before they had found them, and the like, holding them in a chat till they came to the ship’s side; when the captain and the mate entering first, with their arms, immediately knocked down the second mate and carpenter with the butt-end of their muskets,360 being very faithfully seconded by their men. They secured all the rest that were upon the main and quarter-decks, and began to fasten the hatches to keep them down who were below; when the other boat and their men entering at the forechains, secured the forecastle of the ship, and the scuttle which went down into the cookroom, making three men they found there prisoners.

The captain now faced no challenges except to equip his two boats, patch one up, and crew them. He appointed his passenger as captain of one boat, along with four other men; he, his mate, and five more took the other. They executed their plan very well, reaching the ship around midnight. Once they were close enough to be heard, he had Robinson call out to them, saying they had brought back the men and the boat, but it took a while to locate them, keeping up a conversation until they reached the ship’s side. The captain and his mate entered first, weapons in hand, and quickly knocked down the second mate and the carpenter with the butt-ends of their muskets, with strong support from their men. They secured everyone else on the main and quarter-decks and began to close the hatches to keep those below contained. Meanwhile, the other boat and its crew entered through the forechains, securing the forecastle of the ship and the scuttle leading down to the cookroom, capturing three men they found there.

When this was done, and all safe upon the deck, the captain ordered the mate, with three men, to break into the roundhouse, where the new rebel captain lay, and having taken the alarm was gotten up, and with two men and a boy had gotten firearms in their hands; and when the mate with a crow split open the door, the new captain and his men fired boldly among them, and wounded the mate with a musket-ball, which broke his arm, and wounded two more of the men, but killed nobody.

When this was done, and everyone was safely on deck, the captain ordered the first mate, along with three men, to break into the roundhouse where the new rebel captain was. Having heard the alarm, he had gotten up, and with two men and a boy, armed themselves with firearms. When the first mate used a crowbar to force the door open, the new captain and his men fired bravely at them, hitting the mate with a musket ball that broke his arm and injuring two more of the men, but luckily, no one was killed.

The mate calling for help, rushed however into the roundhouse, wounded as he was, and with his pistol shot the new captain through the head, the bullet entering at his mouth and came out again behind one of his ears, so that he never spoke a word; upon which the rest yielded, and the ship was taken effectually, without any more lives lost.

The mate, shouting for help, dashed into the roundhouse. Despite his injuries, he shot the new captain in the head with his pistol, the bullet entering through his mouth and exiting behind one of his ears, meaning he never said another word. After that, the others surrendered, and the ship was successfully captured without any further loss of life.

As soon as the ship was thus secured, the captain ordered seven guns to be fired, which was the signal agreed upon with me to give me notice of his success, which you may be sure I was very glad to hear, having sat watching upon the shore for it till near two of the clock in the morning.

As soon as the ship was secured, the captain ordered seven guns to be fired, which was the signal we had agreed on to let me know he was successful. You can imagine I was very relieved to hear it, having sat on the shore waiting for it until almost 2 AM.

Having thus heard the signal plainly, I laid me down; and361 it having been a day of great fatigue to me, I slept very sound, till I was something surprised with the noise of a gun; and presently starting up, I heard a man call me by the name of “Governor, Governor,” and presently I knew the captain’s voice; when climbing up to the top of the hill, there he stood, and pointing to the ship, he embraced me in his arms. “My dear friend and deliverer,” says he, “there’s your ship, for she is all yours, and so are we, and all that belong to her.” I cast my eyes to the ship, and there she rode within little more than half mile of the shore; for they had weighed her anchor as soon as they were masters of her, and the weather being fair, had brought her to an anchor just against the mouth of the little creek, and the tide being up, the captain had brought the pinnace in near the place where I at first landed my rafts, and so landed just at my door.

Having clearly heard the signal, I lay down; and since it had been a day of great fatigue for me, I slept very soundly, until I was startled by the sound of a gun. Quickly getting up, I heard a man calling me “Governor, Governor,” and I soon recognized the captain’s voice. When I climbed to the top of the hill, there he stood, pointing to the ship, and he embraced me warmly. “My dear friend and savior,” he said, “there's your ship; she belongs entirely to you, along with everyone on board.” I looked towards the ship, and there it was, just a little over half a mile from the shore. They had weighed anchor as soon as they took control of it, and with fair weather, they anchored right at the mouth of the little creek. With the tide up, the captain had brought the small boat in close to where I first landed my rafts, and he landed just at my door.

I was at first ready to sink down with the surprise; for I saw my deliverance, indeed, visibly put into my hands, all things easy, and a large ship just ready to carry me away whither I pleased to go. At first, for some time I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground.

I was initially taken aback by the surprise; I clearly saw my chance for escape laid out in front of me, everything seemed easy, and a big ship was just waiting to take me wherever I wanted to go. For a while, I couldn't say a word in response, but since he had picked me up in his arms, I clung to him, or I would have collapsed to the ground.

He perceived the surprise, and immediately pulled a bottle out of his pocket, and gave me a dram of cordial, which he had brought on purpose for me. After I drank it, I sat down upon the ground; and though it brought me to myself, yet it was a good while before I could speak a word to him.

He noticed the surprise, and quickly pulled a bottle out of his pocket, handing me a shot of cordial that he had brought specifically for me. After I drank it, I sat down on the ground; and although it helped me regain my composure, it took me a while before I could say a word to him.

All this while the poor man was in as great an ecstasy as I, only not under any surprise, as I was; and he said a thousand362 kind tender things to me, to compose me and bring me to myself. But such was the flood of joy in my breast, that it put all my spirits into confusion. At last it broke out into tears, and in a little while after I recovered my speech.

All this time, the poor man was just as overwhelmed with joy as I was, though he wasn't surprised like I was. He said a thousand kind and tender things to calm me down and help me collect myself. But the wave of happiness in my chest left me feeling all mixed up. Eventually, I burst into tears, and a little while later, I was able to speak again.

Then I took my turn, and embraced him as my deliverer, and we rejoiced together. I told him I looked upon him as a man sent from heaven to deliver me, and that the whole transaction seemed to be a chain of wonders; that such things as these were the testimonies we had of a secret hand of Providence governing the world, and an evidence that the eyes of an infinite Power could search into the remotest corner of the world, and send help to the miserable whenever He pleased.

Then it was my turn, and I hugged him as my savior, and we celebrated together. I told him that I saw him as a person sent from heaven to rescue me, and that everything that happened felt like a series of miracles; that moments like these were proof of a hidden hand of Providence guiding the world, and evidence that an infinite Power could see into the farthest corners of the world and send help to those in need whenever He wanted.

I forgot not to lift up my heart in thankfulness to heaven; and what heart could forbear to bless Him, who had not only in a miraculous manner provided for one in such a wilderness, and in such a desolate condition, but from whom every deliverance must always be acknowledged to proceed?

I didn’t remember to keep my heart filled with gratitude to heaven; and what heart could resist blessing Him, who not only provided in an extraordinary way for someone in a wilderness and in such a desolate state, but from whom every rescue must always be recognized as coming?

When we had talked a while, the captain told me he had brought me some little refreshment, such as the ship afforded, and such as the wretches that had been so long his masters had not plundered him of. Upon this he called aloud to the boat, and bid his men bring the things ashore that were for the governor; and, indeed, it was a present as if I had been one, not that was to be carried away along with them, but as if I had been to dwell upon the island still, and they were to go without me.

After we talked for a bit, the captain told me he had brought me some snacks, things that the ship had and that the unfortunate crew who had been his masters hadn't stolen from him. He then called out to the boat and instructed his men to bring ashore the items meant for the governor; honestly, it felt like a gift as if I were staying there, not just something to take away with them, but more like I was meant to remain on the island while they were leaving without me.

At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground

First, he had brought me a case of bottles full of excellent cordial waters, six large bottles of Madeira wine (the bottles363 held two quarts apiece), two pounds of excellent good tobacco, twelve good pieces of the ship’s beef, and six pieces of pork, with a bag of peas, and about a hundredweight of biscuit.

First, he brought me a case of bottles filled with amazing cordial waters, six large bottles of Madeira wine (the bottles363 held two quarts each), two pounds of really good tobacco, twelve good pieces of ship's beef, and six pieces of pork, along with a bag of peas and about a hundred pounds of biscuits.

He brought me also a box of sugar, a box of flour, a bag full of lemons, and two bottles of lime-juice, and abundance of other things; but besides these, and what was a thousand times more useful to me, he brought me six clean new shirts, six very good neckcloths, two pair of gloves, one pair of shoes, a hat, and one pair of stockings, and a very good suit of clothes of his own, which had been worn but very little; in a word, he clothed me from head to foot.

He also brought me a box of sugar, a box of flour, a bag full of lemons, two bottles of lime juice, and a ton of other things. But besides those, and what was a thousand times more useful to me, he brought me six clean new shirts, six nice neckties, two pairs of gloves, one pair of shoes, a hat, one pair of socks, and a really good suit of clothes he barely wore; in short, he dressed me from head to toe.

It was a very kind and agreeable present, as any one may imagine, to one in my circumstances; but never was anything in the world of that kind so unpleasant, awkward, and uneasy, as it was to me to wear such clothes at their first putting on.

It was a really nice and pleasant gift, as anyone can imagine, for someone in my situation; but nothing in the world felt as uncomfortable, awkward, and unsettling as putting on those clothes for the first time.

After these ceremonies passed, and after all his good things were brought into my little apartment, we began to consult what was to be done with the prisoners we had; for it was worth considering whether we might venture to take them with us or no, especially two of them, whom we knew to be incorrigible and refractory to the last degree; and the captain said he knew they were such rogues, that there was no obliging them; and if he did carry them away, it must be in irons, as malefactors, to be delivered over to justice at the first English colony he could come at; and I found that the captain himself was very anxious about it.

After the ceremonies were over and all his belongings were brought into my small apartment, we started discussing what to do with the prisoners we had. It was important to consider whether we could safely take them with us, especially two of them who we knew were completely unmanageable and defiant. The captain mentioned that he was aware they were such troublemakers that there was no reasoning with them. If he were to take them along, it would have to be in shackles, like criminals, to be handed over to the authorities at the first English colony we encountered. I could see that the captain was quite worried about this situation.

Upon this I told him that, if he desired it, I durst undertake to bring the two men he spoke of to make it their own364 request that he should leave them upon the island. “I should be very glad of that,” says the captain, “with all my heart.”

Upon this, I told him that if he wanted, I was willing to bring the two men he mentioned to make it their own request that he should leave them on the island. “I would be very glad of that,” said the captain, “with all my heart.”

“Well,” says I, “I will send for them up, and talk with them for you.” So I caused Friday and the two hostages, for they were now discharged, their comrades having performed their promise; I say I caused them to go to the cave and bring up the five men, pinioned as they were, to the bower, and keep them there till I came.

“Well,” I said, “I’ll call them up and talk to them for you.” So I had Friday and the two hostages, who were now released since their friends had kept their promise, go to the cave and bring the five men, bound as they were, to the bower, and keep them there until I arrived.

After some time I came thither, dressed in my new habit; and now I was called governor again. Being all met, and the captain with me, I caused the men to be brought before me, and I told them I had had a full account of their villainous behavior to the captain, and how they had run away with the ship, and were preparing to commit farther robberies, but that Providence had ensnared them in their own ways, and that they were fallen into the pit which they had digged for others.

After a while, I arrived there, wearing my new outfit; and I was called governor once more. Once everyone was gathered, along with the captain, I had the men brought before me and told them I had received a complete report of their wicked actions to the captain, including how they had stolen the ship and were planning to commit more crimes. However, Providence had caught them in their own traps, and they had fallen into the pit they had dug for others.

I let them know that by my direction the ship had been seized, that she lay now in the road, and they might see, by and by, that their new captain had received the reward of his villainy, for that they might see him hanging at the yard-arm; that as to them, I wanted to know what they had to say why I should not execute them as pirates, taken in the fact, as by my commission they could not doubt I had authority to do.

I informed them that I had ordered the ship to be seized, that it was currently anchored in the harbor, and soon they would see that their new captain was getting what he deserved for his treachery, as they would see him hanging from the yard-arm. As for them, I wanted to know what they had to say about why I shouldn’t carry out their execution as pirates, caught in the act, since my commission clearly gave me the authority to do so.

One of them answered in the name of the rest that they had nothing to say but this, that when they were taken the captain promised them their lives, and they humbly implored my mercy. But I told them I knew not what mercy to show them; for as for myself, I had resolved to quit the island with all my365 men, and had taken passage with the captain to go for England. And as for the captain, he could not carry them to England other than as prisoners in irons, to be tried for mutiny, and running away with the ship; the consequence of which, they must needs know, would be the gallows; so that I could not tell which was best for them, unless they had a mind to take their fate in the island. If they desired that, I did not care, as I had liberty to leave it. I had some inclination to give them their lives, if they thought they could shift on shore.

One of them spoke up for the others, saying they had nothing to say except that when they were captured, the captain promised them their lives, and they begged for my mercy. But I told them I didn’t know what mercy to show them. I had decided to leave the island with all my men and had arranged passage with the captain to go to England. As for the captain, he could only take them to England as prisoners in chains, to be tried for mutiny and for taking the ship. They must realize that this could lead to the gallows, so I couldn’t say what was best for them unless they wanted to face their fate on the island. If that was what they wanted, I didn’t mind, since I had the freedom to leave. I had some desire to spare their lives if they thought they could survive on shore.

They seemed very thankful for it and said they would much rather venture to stay there than to be carried to England to be hanged; so I left it on that issue.

They seemed really grateful for it and said they would much rather stay there than be taken to England to be hanged; so I let it go at that.

However, the captain seemed to make some difficulty of it, as if he durst not leave them there. Upon this I seemed a little angry with the captain, and told him that they were my prisoners, not his; and that seeing I had offered them so much favor, I would be as good as my word; and that if he did not think fit to consent to it, I would set them at liberty, as I found them; and if he did not like it, he might take them again if he could catch them.

However, the captain appeared to be hesitant about it, as if he didn’t want to leave them there. This made me a bit angry with the captain, and I told him that they were my prisoners, not his; and that since I had offered them so much favor, I would keep my promise. I said if he didn’t agree to it, I would set them free just as I found them, and if he didn’t like that, he could try to catch them again if he wanted.

Upon this they appeared very thankful, and I accordingly set them at liberty, and bade them retire into the woods to the place whence they came, and I would leave them some firearms, some ammunition, and some directions how they should live very well, if they thought fit.

Upon this, they seemed really grateful, so I set them free and told them to go back to the woods where they came from. I would leave them some guns, some ammo, and some tips on how to live comfortably if they wanted to.

Upon this I prepared to go on board the ship, but told the captain that I would stay that night to prepare my things, and desired him to go on board in the meantime, and keep all right366 in the ship, and send the boat on shore the next day for me; ordering him, in the meantime, to cause the new captain, who was killed, to be hanged at the yard-arm, that these men might see him.

Upon this, I got ready to board the ship but told the captain that I would stay that night to pack my things. I asked him to go on board in the meantime, make sure everything was secure on the ship, and send the boat to shore the next day for me. I also ordered him to have the new captain, who was killed, hanged at the yard-arm so that the crew could see him.

When the captain was gone, I sent for the men up to me to my apartment, and entered seriously into discourse with them of their circumstances. I told them I thought they had made a right choice; that if the captain carried them away, they would certainly be hanged. I showed them the new captain hanging at the yard-arm of the ship, and told them they had nothing less to expect.

When the captain left, I called the men to my room and had a serious conversation with them about their situation. I told them I believed they had made the right decision; if the captain took them away, they would definitely be hanged. I pointed out the new captain hanging from the yardarm of the ship and told them that was exactly what they could expect.

When they had all declared their willingness to stay, I then told them I would let them into the story of my living there, and put them into the way of making it easy to them. Accordingly I gave them the whole history of the place, and of my coming to it, showed them my fortifications, the way I made my bread, planted my corn, cured my grapes; and in a word, all that was necessary to make them easy. I told them the story also of the sixteen Spaniards that were to be expected, for whom I left a letter, and made them promise to treat them in common with themselves.

When they all agreed to stay, I told them I would share the story of my life here and help them adapt. So, I gave them the complete history of the place and how I ended up here, showed them my defenses, how I made my bread, planted my crops, and processed my grapes; in short, everything they needed to feel comfortable. I also told them about the sixteen Spaniards who were expected to arrive, for whom I had left a letter, and I made them promise to treat them just like they treated each other.

I left them my firearms, viz., five muskets, three fowling-pieces, and three swords. I had above a barrel and half of powder left; for after the first year or two I used but little, and wasted none. I gave them a description of the way I managed the goats, and directions to milk and fatten them, and to make both butter and cheese.

I left them my weapons: five muskets, three shotguns, and three swords. I had more than a barrel and a half of gunpowder left because after the first year or two, I used very little and wasted none. I explained how I took care of the goats, including instructions on how to milk and fatten them, as well as how to make both butter and cheese.

In a word, I gave them every part of my own story, and I367 told them I would prevail with the captain to leave them two barrels of gunpowder more, and some garden seeds, which I told them I would have been very glad of. Also I gave them the bag of peas which the captain had brought me to eat, and bade them be sure to sow and increase them.

In short, I shared every part of my story with them, and I367 told them I would convince the captain to leave them two more barrels of gunpowder and some garden seeds, which I said I would have been really happy to receive. I also gave them the bag of peas that the captain had brought for me to eat and urged them to make sure to plant and grow them.

Having done all this, I left them the next day, and went on board the ship. We prepared immediately to sail, but did not weigh that night. The next morning early two of the five men came swimming to the ship’s side, and making a most lamentable complaint of the other three, begged to be taken into the ship for God’s sake, for they should be murdered, and begged the captain to take them on board, though he hanged them immediately.

Having done all this, I left them the next day and went on board the ship. We got ready to sail right away, but we didn’t set off that night. The next morning, two of the five men came swimming to the side of the ship, making a heartbreaking plea about the other three. They begged to be taken on board for God’s sake, claiming they would be murdered, and urged the captain to let them in, even though he ended up hanging them immediately.

Upon this, the captain pretended to have no power without me; but after some difficulty, and after their solemn promises of amendment, they were taken on board, and were some time after soundly whipped and pickled, after which they proved very honest and quiet fellows.

Upon this, the captain acted as if he had no authority without me; but after some struggle, and after their serious promises to improve, they were brought on board, and sometime later were severely punished and put in their place, after which they turned out to be very honest and well-behaved guys.

Some time after this the boat was ordered on shore, the tide being up, with the things promised to the men, to which the captain, at my intercession, caused their chests and clothes to be added, which they took, and were very thankful for. I also encouraged them by telling them that if it lay in my way to send any vessel to take them in, I would not forget them.

Some time later, the boat was brought ashore because the tide was high, along with the supplies promised to the men. The captain, at my request, also made sure their chests and clothes were included. They took them and were very grateful. I also motivated them by saying that if I had the chance to send a ship for them, I wouldn’t forget about them.

When I took leave of this island, I carried on board, for relics, the great goat-skin cap I had made, my umbrella, and my parrot; also I forgot not to take the money I formerly mentioned, which had lain by me so long useless that it was grown368 rusty or tarnished, and could hardly pass for silver till it had been a little rubbed and handled; as also the money I found in the wreck of the Spanish ship.

When I left the island, I brought on board as keepsakes the large goat-skin cap I made, my umbrella, and my parrot. I didn't forget the money I mentioned earlier, which had been sitting with me for so long that it had gotten rusty or tarnished and barely looked like silver until I rubbed and handled it a bit; I also took the money I found in the wreck of the Spanish ship.

And thus I left the island, the 19th of December, as I found by the ship’s account, in the year 1686, after I had been upon it eight and twenty years, two months, and nineteen days, being delivered from this second captivity the same day of the month that I first made my escape in the barco-longo, from among the Moors of Sallee.

And so I left the island on December 19th, according to the ship's log, in the year 1686, after spending twenty-eight years, two months, and nineteen days there. I was freed from this second captivity on the same day of the month that I first escaped in the barco-longo from the Moors of Sallee.

In this vessel, after a long voyage, I arrived in England, the 11th of June, in the year 1687, having been thirty and five years absent.

In this ship, after a long journey, I arrived in England on June 11, 1687, having been away for thirty-five years.

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Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in the original book; otherwise they were not changed.

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