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My first sea journey
Before
I
begin
my
story
，
I
would
like
to
tell
you
a
little
about
myself.
I
was
born
in
the
year
1632
，
in
the
city
of
York
in
the
north
of
England.
My
father
was
German
，
but
he
came
to
live
and
work
in
England.
Soon
after
that
，
he
married
my
mother
，
who
was
English.
Her
family
name
was <
/p>
Robinson
，
so
，
when I was
born
，
they called me
Robinson
，
after her.
My father did well in his business and
I went to a good school. He
wanted me
to get a good job and live a
quiet
，
com-fortable life. But
I
didn't want that. I wanted adventure
and an exciting life.
‘I
want
to
be
a
sailor
and
go
to
sea，’I
told
my
mother
and
father.
They
were very unhappy about this.
‘Please
don't
go，’my
father
said.
‘You
won't
be
happy，
you
know.
Sailors
have
a
difficult
and
danger
ous
life.
’And
be－
cause
I
loved
him
，
and he was
unhappy
，
I tried to forget
about the sea.
But
I
couldn't
forget
，
and
about
a
year
later
，
I
saw
a
friend
in
town.
His
father
had
a
ship
，
and
my
friend
said
to
me
，‘We’re
sailing
to
London
tomorrow. Why don't you come with
us
？’
And
so
，
on September 1st
，
1651
，
I went to
Hull
，
and the next day we
sailed for London.
But
，
a
few
days
later
，
there
was
a
strong
wind.
The
sea
was
rough
and
dangerous
，
and the
ship went up and down
，
up and
down. I was very ill
，
and
very afraid.
‘Oh，
I don't
want to die
！’I cried. ‘I want to
live！
If I
live
，
I'll go home and never
go to sea again
！’
The next day the wind
dropped
，
and the sea was
quiet and be autiful
again.
‘Well，
Bob
，’my
friend laughed. ‘How do you feel
now？
The wind
wasn't too bad.
’
‘What！’I cried.
‘It was a terrible storm. ’
‘Oh，
that wasn't a
storm
，’my friend answered. ‘Just a
lit－
tle
wind. Forget it.
Come and have a drink. ’
After a few
drinks with
my friend
，
I felt
better. I forgot
about the
danger and decided not to go home. I
didn't want my friends and family
to
laugh at me
！
I
stayed in London for some
time
，
but I still wanted to
go to sea.
So
，
when
the
captain
of
a
ship
asked
me
to
go
with
him
to
Guinea
in
Africa
，
I agreed.
And so I went to sea for the second time.
It was a good ship and everything went
well at first
，
but I was very
ill
again.
Then
，
when
we
were
near
the
Canary
Is-
lands
，
a
Turkish
pirate
ship
came
after
us.
They
were
famous
thieves
of
the
sea
at
that
time.
There
was
a
long
，
hard
fight
，
but
when
it
finished
，
we
and
the
ship
were
prisoners.
The Turkish
captain
and his
men
took
us to Sallee in Moroc
－
co.
They
wanted
to
sell
us
as
slaves
in
the
markets
there.
But
in
the
end
the
Turkish
captain decided to keep me for
himself
，
and took me home
with him. This
was a sudden and
terrible change in my life. I was now a slave and
this
Turkish captain was my master.
2
Down the coast of Africa
For two long
years I lived the life of a slave. I worked in
escape
，
but it was never
possible. I thought about it day and night. My
master
liked to go fishing in a little
boat
，
and he al-ways took me
with him.
A man called
Moely
，
and a young boy also
went with us.
One
day
my
master
said
to
us
，‘Some
of
my
friends
want
to
go
fishing
tomorrow. Get the
boat ready. ’
So we put a
lot of food and drink on the
boat
，
and the next
morning
，
we waited for my
master and his friends. But when my master
arrived
，
he was alone.
‘My friends don't want to go fishing
today，’he said to me. ‘But
you
go
with
Moely
and
the
boy
，
and
catch
some
fish
for
our
supper
tonight.
’
‘Yes，
master
，’I
answered quietly，
but inside I was
excited.
‘Perhaps now I can escape，’I
said to myself.
My master
went back to his friends and we took the boat out
to sea.
For
a
time
we
fished
quietly
，
and
then
I
moved
carefully
behind
Moely
and
knocked
him into the wat
er. ‘Swim！’I cried.
‘Swim to the shore！’
My
master
liked
to
shoot
seabirds
and
so
there
were
guns
on
the
boat.
Quickly
，
I took
one of these guns. Moely was
swim
－
ming after the boat
and I shouted to
him
：
Go back to
the shore
！
You can swim
there
—
it's not too far. I
won't
hurt
you
，
but
if
you
come
near
the
boat
，
I'll
shoot
you
through
the
head
！
’So
Moely turned
，
and
swam back to the shore as quickly as he could.
Then
I
said
to
the
boy
，‘Xury，
if
you
help
me
，
I'll
be
a
good
friend
to you. If you don't
help me
，
I'll push
you into the sea too. ’
But Xury was happy to help me. ‘I'll go
all over the world with
you
，’he cried.
I wanted to sail to the Canary
Islands
，
but I was afraid to
go too
far from the shore. It was only
a small boat. And so we sailed on south
for
some
days.
We
had
very
little
water
，
and
it
was
dangerous
country
here
，
with many
wild animals. We were
afraid
，
but we often had to
go on shore
to get more water.
Once I used
a
gun
to shoot a wild animal. I don't
know
what animal it
was
，
but it made a good meal.
For about ten or twelve days we sailed
on south
，
down the coast of
Africa.
Then
one
day
we
saw
some
people
on
the
shore
—
strange
，
wild
people
，
who did
not look friendly. By now we had very little
food
，
and We really
needed help. we were
afraid
，
but we had to go on
shore.
At
first
，
they were afraid of
us
，
too. Perhaps white people
never
visited
this
coast.
We
did
not
speak
their
language
，
of
course
，
so
we
used
our hands
and faces to show that we were hungry. They came
with food for
us
，
but then they
moved away quickly. We carried the food to our
boat
，
and
they
watched
us.
I
tried
to
thank
them
，
but
I
had
nothing
to
give
them.
Just
then
two
big
wild
cats
came
down
to
the
shore
from
the
mountains.
I
think they were leopards. The people were afraid
of these wild cats
，
and
the
women
cried
out.
Quickly
，
I
took
a
gun
，
and
shot
one
of
the
animals.
The
second wild cat ran back up into the mountains.
Guns were new to these African
people
，
and they were afraid
of the
loud noise and the smoke. But
they were happy about the dead wild cat.
I gave them the meat of the dead
animal
，
and they gave us more
food and
water.
We
now
had
a
lot
of
food
and
water
，
and
we
sailed
on.
Eleven
days
later
we came near the Cape Verde Islands. We
could see them
，
but we
couldn't
get near because there was no
wind. We waited.
Suddenly Xury called
to me
，‘Look，
a
ship
！’
He
was
right
！
We
called
and
shouted
and
sailed
our
little
boat
as
fast
as
we
could.
But
the
ship
did
not
see
us.
Then
I
re-membered
the
guns
which
made a
lot of smoke. A few minutes later the ship saw us
and turned.
When
we
were
on
the
ship
，
the
Portuguese
captain
listened
to
my
story.
He was going to
Brazil and agreed to help
me
，
but he wanted nothing for
his help. ‘No，’he said，when I tried to
pay him. ‘Perhaps，
one
day
，
someone will help me
when I need it. ’
But he
gave
me money for my
boat
，
and for
Xury
，
too.
At
first
，
I did
not
want to sell Xury as a
slave
，
after all our danger-
ous adventures
together. But Xury was
happy to go to the cap-
tain
，
and the captain was
a good man. ‘In ten years’time，’he
said，‘Xury can go free. ’
When we arrived in Brazil three weeks
later
，
I said goodbye to the
captain and
Xury
，
left the
ship
，
and went to begin a new
life.
3
The storm and
the shipwreck
I stayed in Brazil and worked hard for
some years. By then I was
rich„but also
bored
. One day some friends came to me
and said
，‘We're
going to
Africa to do business. Why don't you come with
us
？
We'll all be
rich after this
journey
！’
How
stupid I was
！
I had an
easy
，
comfortable life in Bra
zil
，
but
，
of course
，
I agreed. And
so
，
in
1659
，
I went to sea again.
At
first
，
all
went
well
，
but
then
there
was
a
terrible
storm.
For
twelve
days
the wind and the rain didn't stop. We lost three
men in the sea
，
and soon the
ship had holes in its sides. ‘We’re all going to
die this
time
，’I said to
myself. Then one mo
rning one of the
sailors saw land
，
but the
next minute our ship hit some sand just under the
sea. The ship
could not move and we
were really in danger now. The sea was trying to
break
the
ship
into
pieces
，
and
we
had
very
little
time.
Quickly
，
we
put
a boat into the sea and
got off the ship. But the sea was very rough and
our little boat could not live for long
in that wild water.
Half
an
hour
later
the
angry
sea
turned
our
boat
over
and
we
were
all
in the water. I looked
round for my friends
，
but I
could see nobody. I
was alone.
That day I was
lucky
，
and the sea carried me
to the shore. I could
not
see
the
land
，
only
mountains
of
water
all
around
me.
Then
，
< br>suddenly
，
I felt the
ground under my feet. Another mountain of water
came
，
pushed
me up
the beach
，
and I fell on the
wet sand.
At first I was very thankful
to be alive. Slowly
，
I got to
my feet
and went higher up the shore.
From there
，
I looked out to
sea. I could
see our
ship
，
but it was wrecked and
there was no
－
body near it.
There
was nobody in the water. All my
friends were dead. I was
alive
，
but in
a
strange wild country
，
with no
food
，
no
water
，
and no gun.
It was dark now and I was tired. I was
afraid to sleep on the shore.
Perhaps
there
were
wild
animals
there.
So
I
went
up
into
a
tree
and
I
stayed
there all night.
4
A
new life on an island
When day
came
，
the sea was quiet
again. I looked for our ship
and
，
to my
surprise
，it was still there and still
in one piece. ‘I think I
can
swim
to
it
，’I
said
to
myself.
So
I
walked
down
to
the
sea
and
before
long
，
I was at the
ship and was swimming round it. But how could I
get
on to it
？
In
the end
，
I got in through a
hole in the side
，
but it
wasn't
easy.
There was a lot
of water in the ship
，
but the
sand under the sea was
still holding
the ship in one place. The back of the ship was
high out
of the
water
，
and I was very
tnankful for this be-cause all the ship's
food was there. I was very hungry so I
be-gan to eat something at once.
Then
I
decided
to
take
some
of
it
back
to
the
shore
with
me.
But
how
could
I get it
there
？
I
looked
around
the
ship
，
and
after
a
few
minutes
，
I
found
some
long
pieces
of
wood.
I
tied
them
together
with
rope.
Then
I
got
the
things
that
I
wanted
from
the
ship.
There
was
a
big
box
of
food
—
rice
，
and
salted
meat
，
and hard
ship's bread. I al-so took many strong knives and
other tools
，
the
ship's
sails
and
ropes
，
paper
，
pens
，
books<
/p>
，
and
seven
guns.
Now
I
needed
a little sail from
the ship
，
and
then
I was
ready.
Slowly and
carefully
，
I
went
back
to
the
shore.
It
was
difficult
to
stop
my
things
from
falling
into
the sea
，
but in the end I got
everything on to the shore.
Now I
needed somewhere to keep my things.
There
were
some
hills
around
me
，
so
I
decided
to
build
my
－
self
a
little
house on
one of them. I walked to the top of the highest
hill and looked
down
，
I
was
very
unhappy
，
because
I
saw
then
that
I
was
on
an
island.
There
were
two
smaller
is-lands
a
few
miles
away
，
and
after
that
，
only
the
sea.
Just the
sea
，
for mile after mile
after mile.
After a
time
，
I found a little cave
in the side of a hill. In front
of
it
，
there
was
a
good
place
to
make
a
home.
So
，
I
used
the
ship's <
/p>
sails
，
rope
< br>，
and pieces of
wood
，
and after a lot of hard
work I had a very fine
tent. The cave
at the back of my tent was a good place to keep my
food
，
and so I called it my
‘kitchen’. That night，
I went to sleep
in my new
home.
The
next
day
I
thought
about
the
possible
dangers
on
the
is-land.
Were
there wild
animals
，
and perhaps wild
people too
，
on my
island
？
I didn't
know
，
but I was
very afraid. So I decided to build a very strong
fence.
I
cut
down
young
trees
and
put
them
in
the
ground
，
in
a
halfcircle
around
the
front
of
my
tent.
I
used
many
of
the
ship's
ropes
too
，
and in
the
end
my
fence
was
as
strong
as
a
stone
wall.
Nobody
could
get
over
it
，
through
it
，
or round it.
Making tents and building fences is
hard work. I needed many tools
to help
me. So I decided to go back to the ship
again
，
and get some more
things.
I went back twelve
times
，
but soon after my
twelfth visit there was
another
terrible
storm.
The
next
morning
，
when
I
looked
out
to
sea
，
there
was no ship.
When I saw
that
，I was very unhappy. ‘Why am I
alive，
and why are
all my
friends dead
？’I asked myself. ‘What
will hap
-pen to me
now
，
alone on this island
without friends
？
How can I
ever escape from it
？’
Then
I
told
myself
that
I
was
lucky
—
lucky
to
be
alive
，
lucky
to
have
food and
tools
，
lucky to be young and
strong. But I knew that my island
was
somewhere off the coast of South America. Ships
did not often come
down this
coast
，
and I said to
myself
，‘I'
m going to be on
this island
for a long time.
’
So
，
on
a long piece of wood
，
I cut
these words
：
I CAME HERE ON 30TH
SEPTEMBER 1659
After that
，
I
decided to make a cut for each day.
5
Learning to live alone
I
still
needed
a
lot
of
things.
‘Well，’I
said，‘I'm
going
to
have
to make them. ’So，
every
day
，
I worked.
First of all
，
I
wanted to make my cave bigger. I carried out stone
from the cave
，
and
after many days' hard work I had a large cave in
the
side
of
the
hill.
Then
I
needed
a
table
and
a
chair
，
and
that
was
my
next
job. I had to work on
them for a long time. I also wanted to make places
to put all my
food
，
and all my tools and
guns. But every time I wanted
a piece
of wood
，
I had to cut down a
tree. It was long
，
slow
，
difficult
work
，
and
during
the
next
months
I
learnt
to
be
very
clever
with
my
tools.
There was no hurry. I
had all the time in the world.
I
also
went
out
every
day
，
and
I
always
had
my
gun
with
me.
Sometimes
I
killed a wild animal
，
and
then I had meat to eat.
But when it got
dark
，
I had to go to bed
because I had no light. I
couldn't
read or
write
because
I couldn't see.
For a long
time
，
I didn't
know
what
to
do.
But
in
the
end
，
I
learnt
how
to
use
the
fat
of
dead
animals
to make a light.
The weather
on my island was usually very
hot
，
and there were often
storms
and
heavy
rain.
The
next
June
，
it
rained
all
the
time
，
and
I
couldn't
go
out
very
often.
I
was
also
ill
for
some
weeks
，
but
slowly
，
I
got
better.
When
I was stronger
，
I began to go
out again. The first time I killed a
wild animal
，
and
the second time I caught a big turtle.
I was on the island for ten months
before I visited other parts of
it.
During
those
months
I
worked
hard
on
my
cave
and
my
house
and
my
fence.
Now I was ready to
find out more about the rest of the island.
First
，
I
walked
along
the
side
of
a
little
river.
There
，
I
found
open
ground
without trees. Later
，
I came
to more trees with many different
fruits. I decided to take a
lot
of the
fruit
，
and
to put
it
to dry in
the
sun for a time. Then I could keep it
for many months.
That
night
I
went
to
sleep
in
a
tree
for
the
second
time
，
and
the
next
day I
went on with my journey. Soon I came to an opening
in the hills.
In
front
of
me
，
everything
was
green
，
and
there
were
flowers
everywhere.
There
were
also
a
lot
of
differ-ent
birds
and
animals.
I
saw
that
my
house
was
on
the
worst
side
of
the
island.
But
I
didn't
want
to
move
from
there.
It
was my home now. I stayed away for three
days
，
and then I came home.
But I often went back to the
other
，
greener side of the
island.
And
so
my
life
went
on.
Every
month
I
learnt
to
do
or
to
make
something
new.
But
I
had
troubles
and
accidents
too.
Once
there
was
a
terrible
storm
with very heavy rain. The roof of my
cave fell in
，
and nearly
killed me
！
I had to build it
up again with many pieces of wood.
I
had a lot of food now. I cooked it over a fire or
dried it in the
sun.
So
I
always
had meat
during
the
rainy
months
when
I
could not
go
out
with a gun. I learnt to make pots to
keep my food in. But I wanted very
much
to
make
a
harder
，
stronger
pot
—
a
pot
that
would
not
break
in
a
fire.
I tried
many times
，
but I could not
do it. Then one day I was lucky. I
made
some new pots and put them in a very hot fire.
They changed colour
，
but did
not break. I left them there for many
hours
，
and when they were
cold
again
，
I
found
that
they
were
hard
and
strong.
That
night
I
was
very
happy. I had hot water
for the first time on the island.
By
then
，
I
also
had
my
own
bread.
That
was
luck
，
too.
One
day
I
found
a
little
bag.
We
used
it
on
the
ship
，
to
keep
the
chickens'
food
in.
There
was
still some of the food in the
bag
，
and I dropped some of it
onto the
ground. A month later I saw
something bright green
there
，
and after six
months I had a very small field of
corn. I was very excited. Perhaps now
I
could make my own bread
！
It
was
easy
to
say
，
but
not
so
easy
to
do.
It
is
a
lot
of
work
to
make
bread
from
corn.
Many
people
eat
bread
，
but
how
many
people
can
take
corn
from a field and make bread out of it
without help
？
I had to learn
and
to
make
many
new
things
，
and
it
was
a
year
before
I
cooked
and
ate
my
first
bread.
During all this time I never stopped
thinking about escape. When I
travelled
across to the other side of the
island
，
I could see the other
islands
，
and
I
said
to
myself
，
‘Perhaps
I
can
get
there
with
a
boat.
Perhaps
I
can get back to England one day. ’
So I decided to make myself a boat. I
cut down a big tree
，
and then
began to make a long hole in it. It was
hard work
，
but about six
months
later
，
I
had a very fine canoe.
Next
，
I had to get it down to
the sea.
How stupid I
was
！
Why didn't I think
before I began work
？
Of
course
，
the
canoe
was
too
heavy.
I
couldn't
move
it
！
I
pulled
and
pushed
and
tried
everything
，
but
it didn't
move.
I
was
very unhappy for a long time after
that.
That
happened
in
my
fourth
year
on
the
island.
In
my
sixth
year
I
did
make
myself
a
smaller
canoe
，
but
I
did
not
try
to
es-cape
in
it.
The
boat
was too small for a
long journey
，
and I did not
want to die at sea. The
island was my
home now
，
not my
prison
，
and I was just happy
to be alive.
A year or two
later
，
I made myself a second
canoe on the other side of
the island.
I also built myself a second house
there
，
and so I had two
homes.
My
life
was
still
busy
from
morning
to
night.
There
were
al-ways
things
to
do or to make. I learnt to make new clothes for
myself from the skins
of dead animals.
They looked very strange
，
it
is true
，
but they kept me
dry in the rain.
I kept food
and tools at both my
houses
，
and also wild goats.
There
were
many
goats
on
the
island
，
and
I
made
fields
with
high
fences
to
keep
them in.
They learnt to take food from
me
，
and soon I had goat's
milk to
drink every day. I also worked
hard in my cornfields. And so many years
went by.
6
A
footprint
Then
，
one
year
，
something
strange
and
terrible
happened.
I
often
walked
along the
shore
，
and one day I saw
something in the sand. I went over to
look at it more care
－
fully
，
and stopped in
sudden surprise.
It was a
footprint
—
the footprint of a
man
！
Who
could
this
be
？
Afraid
，
I
looked
around
me.
I
listened.
I
waited.
Nothing. I was more
and more afraid. Perhaps this man was one of those
wild
people
who
killed
and
ate
other
men
！
I
looked
everywhere
，
but
there
was
nobody
，
and
no
other
foot-
print.
I
turned
and
hurried
home.
‘There's
someone on my
is
－
land
，’I said
to myself. ‘Perhaps he knows about
me„Per
-
haps he's
watching me now from behind a tree„Perhaps he
wants
to kill me. ’
That
night
I
couldn't
sleep.
The
next
day
I
got
all
my
guns
ready
and
I
put
more
wood
and
young
trees
around
my
house.
Nobody
could
see
me
now.
But
，
after
fifteen
years
alone
on
the
island
，
I
was
afraid
，
and
I
did
not
leave my cave for three days.
In
the
end
，
I
had to go
out to
milk
my goats. But
for two
years I was
afraid.
I stayed near my home and I never used my guns
because I didn't
want
to
make
a
noise.
I
could
not
forget
the
footprint
，
but
I
saw
and
heard
nothing
more
，
and slowly I began to
feel happier.
One
day
，
a year
later
，
I was over on the west
side of the is-land.
From there I could
see the other islands
，
and I
could also see a boat
，
far
out to sea. ‘If you have a boat，’I thought，‘it's
easy to sail
across to this island.
Perhaps that explains the foot-
print
—
it was a
visitor from one of the
oth
er islands. ’
I
began
to
move
more
freely
around
the
island
again
，
and
built
myself
a
third house. It was a very secret place in a cave.
‘No wild man will
ever find
that
，’I said to myself.
Then
one
year
something
happened
which
I
can
never
forget.
I
was
again
on
the
west
side
of
the
island
and
was
walk-ing
along
the
shore.
Suddenly
，
I saw
something which made me feel ill. There were heads
，
arms
，
feet
，
and other pieces of
men's bodies everywhere. For a
minute
，
I couldn't
think
，
and
then
I
understood.
Sometimes
there
were
fights
between
the
wild
men on the other islands. Then they
came here to my island with their
prisoners
，
to kill
them
，
cook
them
，
and eat them.
Slowly
，
I went
home
，
but I was very angry.
How could men do this
？
For many months I watched carefully for
the smoke from fires
，
but I
didn't
see anything. Somehow
the
wild men came and
went
，
and I never saw
them. I was angry and afraid. I wanted
to shoot them all
，
but there
were
many of them and on-ly one of me.
‘
Perhaps I can shoot two or
three
，’
I said to my
－
self
，‘
but then
they will kill and eat me.
’
Then
，
one morning
in my twenty-third year on the
island
，
I was out
in
my
fields
and
I
saw
the
smoke
from
a
fire.
Quickly
，
I
went
up
the
hill
to watch.
There were nine men around the
fire
，
and they were cooking
their
terrible food. Then these wild
men danced round the
fire
，
singing and
shouting. This went on
for
about two
hours
，
and
then they got
into their
boats and sailed away. I went down to
the shore and saw the blood of the
dead
men
on
the
sand.
‘The
next
time
they
come，
I'm
going
to
kill
them
，’I
said
angrily.
7
Man
Friday
For
two
years
I
never
went
anywhere
without
my
gun.
I
felt
lonely
and
afraid
，
and
had
many
sleepless
nights.
One
night
there
was
a
very
bad
storm
，
and I
thought I heard the sound of guns out at sea. The
next morning I
looked
out
，
and
saw
a
ship.
It
was
lying
on
its
side
not
far
from
the
shore.
Quickly
，
I put my
little boat in the water and sailed out to it.
There were two dead men on the
ship
，
but no one alive. The
bodies of
the other sailors were lost
in the sea. I took some clothes and
tools
，
and also a box of
Spanish gold and silver money. I was a rich man
now
，
but what use was money
to me
？
I could not buy
anything with it.
I wanted
people
，
a
friend
，somebody to talk to„somebody who
could
help
me
escape
fr
om
my
island.
One
morning
I
woke
up
and
made
a
plan.
‘I'll
try to catch one of the prisoners of
the wild men
，’I said to myself.
‘He'll be happy to be alive and perhaps
he'll help me to escape. ’I
watched day
and night
，
but for a year and
a half there were no boats.
Then one
day five boats came. There were about thirty men
and they
had two prisoners. They made
their fire on the sand and danced round it.
Then they killed one of the prisoners
and began to cook their terrible
meal.
The second prisoner waited under the
trees
，
with two men to watch
him. Suddenly
，
the
prisoner turned and ran. The two men ran after
him
，
but the other wild men
were busy round the fire and did not see what was
happening.
The prisoner ran
like a wild goat
，
and soon I
saw that he was coming
near the bottom
of my hill. As fast as I
could
，
I ran down the hill
and
jumped out of the trees between the
prisoner and the two wild men. I hit
the first man with the wooden end of my
gun and he fell down
，
but I
had
to shoot the second man. The poor
prisoner did not move. He was afraid
of
the noise of my gun.
I called to him
and tried to show him that I was friendly.
Slowly
，
he moved nearer to
me
，
but just then the first
wild man began to get up
from the
ground. Then
the prisoner spoke
and I understood
that he
wanted
my sword. How happy I was to
hear words again
！
I gave him
my sword
，
and
at
once he cut off the head of his enemy.
Hurriedly
，
we hid
the dead bodies under some
leaves
，
and then left
quickly. I took my prisoner to my
secret cave on the other side of the
island and gave him food and drink.
After that
，
he went to sleep.
He was a fine young
man
，
about twenty-five years
old
，
tall and well
－
built
，
with a
kind face and a nice smile. He had a brown
skin
，
black
hair
，
bright eyes
and strong white
teeth. I
decided to give him the name
of‘Man
Friday’，
because I first saw him on a
Friday.
When he woke up in the
morning
，
he ran out to me. I
was milking my
goats in the
field
，
and he got down on the
ground and put his head near
my foot. I
understood that he was
thank
－
ing
me
，
and I tried to show him
that I was his friend.
I
began
to
teach
him
to
speak
English
，
and
soon
he
could
say
his
name
，
‘Master’，and‘Yes’and‘No’. How
good it was to hear a man's voice
again
！
Later
that
day
we
went
back
to
my
first
house.
We
went
carefully
along
the beach
，
but
there were no boats and no wild men. Just blood
and bones
all over the sand. I felt
ill
，
but Fri-day wanted to
eat the pieces of
men's bodies which
were still on the ground. I showed him that this
was
terrible for
me
，
and he understood.
When we got
to my
house
，
I
gave
Man Friday
some trousers
，
and
I made
him a coat and
a
hat. He
liked
his
new clothes very much. Then I made
him
a little tent to sleep
in
，
but for a few weeks I
always took my gun to
bed with me.
Per
－
haps Friday was still a
wild man and would try to kill
me in
the night.
At
first
，
Friday
was
very
afraid of my
gun.
Some
－
times
he
talked to it
，
and asked it
not to kill him.
Friday was a quick
learner and his English got better day by day. He
helped me with the goats and with the
work in the cornfields
，
and
soon
we were good friends. I enjoyed
teaching him and
，
most of
all
，
having a
friend to talk to. This was the
happiest of all my years on the island.
Friday and I lived together happily for
three years. I told him the
story of my
adventures and about life in
England
，
and he told me about
his
country
and
his
people.
One
day
we
were
at
the
top
of
the
highest
hill
on the
island
，
and we were looking
out to sea. It was a very clear day
and
we could see a long way.
Suddenly
，
Friday began to
jump up and down
，
very
excited.
‘What's the matter？’I
said.
‘Look，
Maste
r
，
look
！’Friday
cried. ‘I can see my country. Look
over
there
！’
I
looked
，
and there to the
north-west
，
between the sea
and the sky
，
was a long thin
piece of land. I learnt later that it was the
island of
Trinidad
，
and
that
my
island
was
in
the
mouth
of
the
River
Orinoco
on
the
north coast of South
America.
I
began
to
think
again
about
escape.
Perhaps
Friday
wanted
to
go
home
too. Perhaps together
we could get to his country. But what
then
？
Would
Friday
still be my friend
，
or would
his people kill me and eat
me
？
I took Friday
to the other side of the island and showed him my
big
canoe. It still lay under the
trees. It was very old
now
，
and there were
holes in the wood.
‘Could
a
boat
like
this
sail
to
your
country，
Friday
？’I
ask
ed
him.
‘Oh yes，’he answered. ‘A boat like this
can carry a lot of food
and drink.
’
‘Then
we'll
make
another
canoe
like
it，
and
you
can
go
home
in
it
，’I
said.
But Friday looked very
unhappy. ‘Why are you angry with me？’he
asked. ‘What have I done？
Why
do you want to send me
home
？’
‘But I
thought you wanted to go home，’I said.
‘Yes.
But
you
must
come
with
me.
Kill
me
if
you
want，
but
don't
send
me away from
you
！’
Then I saw
that Friday was a true
friend
，
and so I agreed to go
with
him.
We
began
work
on
the
canoe
at
once.
Friday
chose
the
tree
himself
—
he
understood
wood
better
than
I
did
—
and
we
cut
it
down.
We
worked
hard
and
in a
month the boat was finished. Two weeks later it
was in the sea
，
and we began
to get ready for our long journey.
8
Escape from the island
I
was
now
in
my
twenty
—
seventh
year
on
the
island
，
and
I
did
not
want
to be there for another
year. We worked hard to get the corn
in
，
and to
make a
lot of bread. We had dried fruit and salted
meat
，
and big pots to
keep water in. One evening Friday went
out to look for a turtle for meat
and
eggs.
But
in
less
than
an
hour
he
was
back
，
and
he
looked
very
afraid.
‘Master！
M
aster
！’he
cried.
‘There's
a
great
ship
near
the
island，
and men are coming to
the shore in a boat
！’
I
jumped
up
and
ran
with
him
down
to
the
shore.
To
my
great
surprise
，
I
saw
that
it
was
an
English
ship
！
But
why
was
it
here
？
English
ships
never
came
this way. Perhaps they were
pirates
！‘Don't let them see
you，
Friday
！’I called. ‘We'll
hide in the trees and watch. ’
There
were
eleven
men
in
the
boat
，
but
three
of
them
were
prisoners.
Their arms were tied with
rope
，
but their legs were
free and they could
walk.
The
other
sailors
pushed
the
three
prisoners
up
the
beach
，
laughing
and
shouting
and
hitting
them.
Then
some
of
them
sat
down
on
the
sand
and
began
to
drink.
Others
walked
away
to
look
at
the
island
，
and
two
men
stayed
to
watch
the
boat.
The
three
prisoners
walked
slowly
a-long
the
beach
and
sat
dowm under a tree
，
not far
from us. They looked very unhappy.
Very
quietly
，
I
came
up
behind
them
through
the
trees
，
and
called
out
to
them in English.
‘Don't
be
afraid，’I
said.
‘I'm
an
Englishman.
Perhaps
I
can
help
you. ’
The three
men turned and looked at me. They did not an-swer
at once
；
they were too
surprised. Perhaps they thought I was a wild man
myself
，
in
my
strange
home
—made
clothes
of
animals’skins，
and
with
my
long
hair
and beard. Then the
old
－
est man spoke.
‘I am the captain of that ship，’he
said，‘and these two men are
my
first
and
second
officers.
Last
night
there
was
a
mutiny
，
and
the
seamen
to
ok the ship from me. Now
they’re going to leave the three of us
here，
to die on this island.
’
‘De these mutineers have
guns？’
‘Only
two，’he
answered，‘and
they’ve
left
those
on
the
boat.
’
‘All
righ，’I
said.
‘We'll
fight
them，
but
if
we
get
your
ship
back
for you
，you must take me
back to England. ’
The
captain agreed immediately and thanked me very
warm
－
ly for my
help. Friday ran back to my house to
get all the guns
，
and the
captain
and I made a plan.
The
first
part
was
easy
because
the
seamen
were
not
ready
for
a
fight.
We shot
the two men at the boat
，
and
the captain shot another man. This
man
，
Tom
Smith
，
was the worst of them
all and he began the mutiny on the
ship. Then the cap-tain
talked
to the
other five
men
，
and they agreed to
help him. They did
not
really want to
be
mutineers
，
but
they were afraid
of Tom
Smith.
‘Now，’I
said
to
the
captain，‘we
must
get
back
your
ship.
How
many
men are on it
？’
‘Twenty－
six
，’the
captain replied，‘and they will fight hard
because they won't want to go home. It
is death for all muti-neers in
England.
But
not
all
the
men
are
bad.
I'm
sure
that
some
of
them
will
help
me. ’
Just then
we
saw another
boat
，
which
was coming from
the ship to
the
shore. There were ten
men in it
，
and they all had
guns. We ran into the
trees and waited.
It was a long hard
fight
，
but by now it was dark
and this helped us
very
much.
We
ran
here
and
there
in
the
trees
，
call-ing
and
shouting.
The
seamen
could
not
see
us
and
did
not
know
how
many
men
they
were
fighting.
In the end the
first officer shouted to
them
：
‘Pu
t down your guns and stop
fightng
！
The captain has
fifty island
people to help him. We can
kill you all
！’
So
the seamen stopped fighting and we took their
guns. Three of the
men
agreed
to
come
back
to
the
captain
，
and
we
put
the
others
in
my
cave.