Having master’d this Difficulty, and employ’d a World of Time about it, I bestirr’d my self to see if possible how to supply two Wants: —
I had no Vessels to hold any Thing 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, Spirits, etc. —
I had not so much as a Pot to boil any Thing, except a great Kettle, which I sav’d out of the Ship, and which was too big for such Use as I desir’d it, viz. —
To make Broth, and stew a Bit of Meat by it self. —
The Second Thing I would fain have had, was a Tobacco-Pipe; —
but it was impossible to me to make one, however, I found a Contrivance for that too at last.
I employ’d my self 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 imagin’d I could spare.
I mention’d before, That I had a great Mind to see the whole Island, and that I had travell’d 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 resolv’d to travel quite Cross to the Sea-Shore on that Side; —
so taking my Gun, a Hatchet, and my Dog, and a larger Quantity of Powder and Shot than usual, with two Bisket Cakes, and a great Bunch of Raisins in my Pouch for my Store, I began my Journey; —
when I had pass’d 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 descry’d 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 could not tell what Part of the World this might be, otherwise than that I know it must be Part of America, and as I concluded by all my Observations, must be near the Spanish 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, order’d every Thing for the best; —
I say, I quieted my Mind with this, and left afflicting my self with Fruitless Wishes of being there.
Besides, after some Pause upon this Affair, I consider’d, that if this Land was the Spanish Coast, I should certainly, one Time or other, see some Vessel pass or re-pass one Way or other; —
but if not, then it was the Savage Coast between the Spanish Country and Brasils, which are indeed the worst of Savages; —
for they are Cannibals, or Men-eaters, and fail not to murther and devour all the humane Bodies that fall into their Hands.
With these Considerations I walk’d very leisurely forward, I found that Side of the Island where I now was, much pleasanter than mine, the open or Savanna Fields sweet, adorn’d with Flowers and Grass, and full of very fine 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 Pains taking, catch a young Parrot, for I knock’d it down with a Stick, and having’ recover’d 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 follow’d, tho’ it be a Trifle, will be very diverting in its Place.
I was exceedingly diverted with this Journey: —
I found in the low Grounds Hares, as I thought them to be, and Foxes, but they differ’d greatly from all the other Kinds I had met with; —
nor could I satisfy my self to eat them, tho’ I kill’d several: But I had no Need to be ventrous; —
for I had no Want of Food, and of that which was very good too; —
especially these three Sorts, viz.Goats, Pidgeons, and Turtle or Tortoise; —
which, added to my Grapes, Leaden-hall Market could not have furnish’d a Table better than I, in Proportion to the Company; —
and tho’ my Cafe was deplorable enough, yet I had great Cause for Thankfulness, that I was not driven to any Extremities for Food; —
but rather Plenty, even to Dainties.
I never travell’d 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 resolv’d to sit down for all Night; —
and then I either repos’d my self in a Tree, or surrounded my self 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.
As soon as I came to the Sea Shore, I was surpriz’d to see that I had taken up my Lot on the worst Side of the Island; —
for here indeed the Shore was cover’d with innumerable Turtles, whereas on the other Side I had found but three in a Year and half. —
Here was also an infinite Number of Fowls, of many Kinds, some which I had seen, and some which I had not seen of before, and many of them very good Meat; —
but such as I knew not the Names of, except those call’d Penguins.
I could have shot as many as I pleas’d, 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; —
and 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 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 fix’d in my Habitation, it became natural to me, and I seem’d all the while I was here, to be as it were upon a Journey, and from Home: —
However, I travell’d along the Shore of the Sea, towards the East, I suppose about twelve Miles; —
and the 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 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 my self mistaken; —
for being come about two or three Miles, I found my self descended into a very large Valley; —
but so surrounded with Hills, and those Hills cover’d 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.
It happen’d to my farther Misfortune, That the Weather prov’d hazey for three or four Days, while was in this Valley; —
and not being able to see the Sun, I wander’d about very uncomfortably, and at last was oblig’d to find out the Sea Side, look for my Post, and come back the same Way I went; —
and then by easy Journies I turn’d Homeward, the Weather being exceeding hot, and my Gun, Ammunition, Hatchet, and other Things very heavy.
In this Journey my Dog surpriz’d a young Kid, and seiz’d upon it, and I running in to take hold of it, caught it, and sav’d 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.
I made a Collar to this little Creature, and with a String which I made of some Rope-Yarn, which I always carry’d about me, I led him along, tho’ with some Difficulty, till I came to my Bower, and there I enclos’d him, and left him; —
for I was very impatient to be at Home, from whence I had been absent above a Month.
I cannot express what a Satisfaction it was to me, to come into my old Hutch, and lye down in my Hamock-Bed: —
This little wandring Journey, without settled Place of Abode, had been so unpleasant to me, that my own House, as I call’d it to my self, was a perfect Settlement to me, compar’d to that; —
and it rendred every Thing about me so comfortable, that I resolv’d I would never go a great Way from it again, while it should be my Lot to stay on the Island.
I repos’d my self here a Week, to rest and regale my self 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 meer Domestick, and to be mighty well acquainted with me. —
Then I began to think of the poor Kid, which I had penn’d in within my little Circle, and resolv’d 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 starv’d for want of Food: —
I went and cut Bows of Trees, and Branches of such Shrubs as I could find, and threw it over, and having fed it, I ty’d it as I did before, to lead it away; —
but it was so tame with being hungry, that I had no need to have ty’d it; —
for it follow’d 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 Domesticks also, and would never leave me afterwards.
The rainy Season of the Autumnal Equinox was now come, and I kept the 30th of Sept. 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 deliver’d, 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 pleas’d 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 Deficiencies of my Solitary State, and the want of Humane 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.
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 chang’d both my Sorrows and my Joys; —
my very Desires alter’d, my Affections chang’d their Gusts, land my Delights were perfectly new, from what they were at my first Coming, or indeed for the two Years past.
Before, as I walk’d 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 Desarts I was in; —
and how I was a Prisoner lock’d 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 my self by Words, it would go off, and the Grief having exhausted it self would abate.
But now I began to exercise my self with new Thoughts; —
I daily read the Word of God, and apply’d all the Comforts of it to my present State: —
One Morning being very sad, I open’d the Bible upon these Words, I will never, never leave thee, nor forsake thee; —
immediately it occurr’d, 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 Favour and Blessing of God, there wou’d be no Comparison in the Loss.
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.
I know not what it was, but something shock’d 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 mav’st endeavour to be contented with, thou would’st rather pray heartily to be deliver’d from; —
so I stopp’d there: But though I could not say, I thank’d 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 never open’d the Bible, or shut it, but my very Soul within me, bless’d 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.
Thus, and in this Disposition of Mind, I began my third Year: —
and tho’ 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 observ’d, 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 kill’d or catch’d for my Supply; —
these took up 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 suppos’d to work in; —
with this Exception, That sometimes I chang’d my Hours of Hunting and Working, and went to work in the Morning, and Abroad with my Gun in the Afternoon.
To this short Time allow’d for Labour, 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, every Thing 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 I 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.
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 Bows, and reducing it to a Log, or Piece of Timber. —
With inexpressible hacking and hewing I reduc’d both the Sides of it into Chips, till it begun to be light enough to move; —
then I turn’d 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 Labour of my Hands in such a Piece of Work; —
but Labour and Patience carry’d me through that and many other Things: —
I only observe this in Particular, to shew, 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 Labour, and requir’d a prodigious Time to do alone, and by hand.
But notwithstanding this, with Patience and Labour I went through many Things; —
and indeed every Thing that my Circumstances made necessary to me to do, as will appear by what follows.
I was now, in the Months of November and December, expecting my Crop of Barley and Rice. The Ground I had manur’d or dug up for them was not great; —
for as I observ’d, 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 promis’d very well, when on a sudden I found 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 call’d Hares who tasting the Sweetness of the Blade, lay in it Night and Day, as soon as it came up, and eat it so close, that it could get no Time to shoot up into Stalk.
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 requir’d Speed. However, as my Arable Land was but small, suited to my Crop, I got it totally well fenc’d, in about three Weeks Time; —
and shooting some of the Creatures in the Day Time, 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.
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 it self.
This touch’d me sensibly, for I foresaw, that in a few Days they would devour all my Hopes, that I should be starv’d, and never be able to raise a Crop at all, and what to do I could not tell: —
However I resolv’d not to loose my Corn, if possible, tho’ 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 spoil’d 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 sav’d.
I staid 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 walk’d off as if I was gone, I was no sooner out of their sight, but they dropt down one by one into the Corn again. —
I was so provok’d that I could not have Patience to stay till more came on, knowing that every Grain that they eat now, was, as it might be said, a Peck-loaf to me in the Consequence; —
but coming up to the Hedge, I fir’d again, and kill’d three of them. —
This was what I wish’d for; —
so I took them up, and serv’d them as we serve notorious Thieves in England, (viz.) Hang’d 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 wou’d 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 Scare-Crows hung 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 reap’d my Crop.
I was sadly put to it for a Scythe or a Sicle to cut it down, and-all I could do was to make one as well as I could out of one of the Broad Swords or Cutlasses, which I sav’d 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 reap’d it my Way, for I cut nothing off but the Ears, and carry’d it away in a great Basket which I had made, and so rubb’d 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 half of Barley, that is to say, by my Guess, for I had no Measure at that time.
However, this was a great Encouragement to me, and I foresaw that in time, it wou’d please God to supply me with Bread: —
And yet here I was perplex’d 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 resolv’d not to taste any of this Crop but to preserve it all for Seed against the next Season, and in the mean time to employ all my Study and Hours of Working to accomplish this great Work of Providing my self with Corn and Bread.
It might be truly said, that now I work’d 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.
I that was reduced to a meer State of Nature, found this to my daily Discouragement, and was made more and more 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 surprize.
First, I had no Plow to turn up the Earth, no Spade or Shovel to dig it. Well, this I conquer’d, by making a wooden Spade, as I observ’d before; —
but this did my Work in but a wooden manner, and tho’ 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 perform’d much worse.
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 sow’d, I had no Harrow, but was forced to go over it my self and drag a great heavy Bough of a Tree over it, to Scratch it, as it may be call’d, rather than Rake or Harrow it.
When it was growing and grown, I have observ’d 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 observ’d; —
and yet the Corn was an inestimable Comfort and Advantage to me too. —
All this, as I said, made every thing 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 resolv’d to use none of the Corn for Bread till I had a greater Quantity by me, I had the next six Months to apply my self wholly by Labour and Invention to furnish my self with Utensils proper for the performing all the Operations necessary for the making the Corn (when I had it) fit for my use.
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 requir’d double Labour to work with it; —
however I went thro’ that, and sow’d my Seed in two large flat Pieces of Ground, as near my House as I could find them to my Mind, and fenc’d 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.
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 my self with talking to my Parrot, and teaching him to Speak, and I quickly learn’d him to know his own Name, and at last to speak it out pretty loud P O L, which was the first Word I ever heard spoken in the Island by any Mouth but my own. —
This therefore was not my Work, but an assistant to my Work, for now, as I said, I had a great Employment upon my Hands, as follows, (viz. —
) I had long study’d by some Means or other, to make my self some Earthen 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 dry’d in the Sun, be hard enough, and strong enough to bear handling, and to hold any Thing that was dry, and requir’d to be kept so; —
and as this was necessary in the preparing Corn, Meal, etc. —
which was the Thing I was upon, I resolv’d to make some as large as I could, and fit only to stand like Jarrs to hold what should be put into 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 mishapen 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 crack’d 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 dry’d; —
and in a word, how after having labour’d 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 earthern ugly things, I cannot call them Jarrs, in about two Months Labour.
However, as the Sun bak’d 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 stuff’d it full of the 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.
Tho’ 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 turn’d to, and the Heat of the Sun bak’d 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 happen’d 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 Earthen-ware Vessels in the Fire, burnt as hard as a Stone, and red as a Tile. I was agreeably suppris’d to see it, and said to my self, that certainly they might be made to burn whole if they would 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, tho’ I had Some Lead to do it with; —
but I plac’d three large Pipkins, and two or three Pots in a Pile one upon another, and plac’d my Fire-wood all round it with a great Heap of Embers under them, I ply’d the Fire with fresh Fuel round the out-side, and upon the top, till I saw the Pots in the inside red hot quite thro’, and observ’d that they did not crack at all; —
when I saw them clear red, I let them stand in that Heat about 5 or 6 Hours, till I found one of them, tho’ it did not crack, did melt or run, for the Sand which was mixed with the Clay melted by the violence of the Heat, and would have run into Glass if I had gone on, so I slack’d my Fire gradually till the Pots began to abate of the red Colour, 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 cou’d be desir’d; —
and one of them perfectly glaz’d with the Running of the Sand.
After this Experiment, I need not say that I wanted no sort of Earthen Ware 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 learn’d to raise Past.
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 the Fire; —
and I had hardly Patience to stay till they were cold, before I set one upon 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.
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 at 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 unqualify’d 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 big enough to cut hollow, and make 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 resolv’d to look out 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 form’d it in the Out-side with my Axe and Hatchet, and then with the Help of Fire, and infinite Labour, made a hollow Place in it, as the Indians in Brasil make their Canoes. —
After this, I made a great heavy Pestle or Beater, of the Wood call’d the Iron-wood, and this I prepar’d and laid by against I had my next Crop of Corn, when I propos’d to my self, to grind, or rather pound my 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. —
And here I was at a full Stop for many Months; —
nor did I really know what to do; —
Linnen I had none left, but what was meer Rags; —
I had Goats Hair, but neither knew I how to weave it, or spin it; and had I known how, here was no Tools to work it with; —
all the Remedy that I found for this, was, That at last I did remember I had among the Seamens Cloaths which were sav’d out of the Ship, some Neckcloths of Callicoe, 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 shew in its Place.
The baking Part was the next Thing to be consider’d, 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 my self 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 Foot Diameter, and not above nine Inches deep; these I burnt 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 pav’d with some square Tiles of my own making, and burning also; —
but I should not call them square.
When the Fire-wood was burnt 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 lye, 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 Out-side of the Pot, to keep in, and add to the Heat; —
and thus, as well as in the best Oven in the World, I bak’d my Barley Loaves, and became in little Time a meer Pastry-Cook into the Bargain; —
for I made my self several Cakes of the Rice, and Puddings; —
indeed I made no Pies, neither had I any Thing to put into them, supposing I had, except the Flesh either of Fowls or Goats.
It need not be wondred at, if all these Things took me up most Part of the third Year of my Abode here; —
for it is to be observ’d, That in the Intervals of these Things, I had my new Harvest and Husbandry to manage; —
for I reap’d my Corn in its Season, and carry’d 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.
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 resolv’d 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.
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 resolv’d to sow just the same Quantity every Year, that I sow’d the last, in Hopes that such a Quantity would fully provide me with Bread, etc.
All the while these Things were doing, you may be sure my Thoughts run 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 main Land, and in an inhabited Country, I might find some Way or other to convey my self farther, and perhaps at last find some Means of 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 kill’d, and perhaps of being eaten; —
for I had heard that the People of the Carribean Coast were Canibals, or Man-eaters; —
and I knew by the Latitude that I could not be far off from that Shore. That suppose they were not Canibals, yet that they might kill me, as many Europeans who had fallen into their Hands had been serv’d, 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, which I ought to have consider’d well of, and did cast up in my Thoughts afterwards, yet took up none of my Apprehensions at first; —
but my Head run mightily upon the Thought of getting over to the Shore.
Now I wish’d for my Boy Xury, and the long Boat, with the Shoulder of Mutton Sail, with which I sail’d above a thousand Miles on the Coast of Africk; —
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 turn’d 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.
If I had had Hands to have refitted her, and to have launch’d her into the Water, the Boat would have done well enough, and I might have gone back into the Brasils 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, resolv’d to try what I could do, suggesting to my self, That if I could but turn her down, I might easily repair the Damage she had receiv’d, and she would be a very good Boat, and I might go to Sea in her very easily.
I spar’d 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 fall 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 forc’d 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 seem’d impossible.
This at length put me upon thinking, Whether it was not possible to make my self 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 pleas’d my self extreamly 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 Out-side into the proper Shape of a Boat, and burn or cut out the In-side 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.
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 I should get it into the Sea; —
but my Thoughts were so intent upon my Voyage over the Sea in it, that I never once consider’d 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 Fathom of Land, where it lay, to set it a float in 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 pleas’d my self 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 Enquiries into it, by this foolish Answer which I gave my self, Let’s first make it, I’ll warrant I’ll find some Way or other to get it along, when ‘tis done.
This was a most preposterous Method; —
but the Eagerness of my Fancy prevail’d, and to work I went. I fell’d a Cedar Tree: —
I question much whether Solomon ever had such a One for the Building of the Temple at Jerusalem. —
It was five Foot ten Inches Diameter at the lower Part next the Stump, and four Foot eleven Inches Diameter at the End of twenty two Foot, after which it lessen’d for a while, and then parted into Branches: —
It was not without infinite Labour that I fell’d 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 hack’d and hew’d through with Axe and Hatchet, and inexpressible Labour: —
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 upright as it ought to do. —
It cost me near three Months more to clear the In-side, and work it out so, as to make an exact Boat of it: —
This I did indeed without Fire, by meer Malett and Chissel, and by the dint of hard Labour, till I had brought it to be a very handsome Periagua, and big enough to have carry’d six and twenty Men, and consequently big enough to have carry’d me and 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 remain’d nothing but to get it into the Water; —
and had I gotten it into the Water, I make no question but I should have began the maddest Voyage, and the most unlikely to be perform’d, that ever was undertaken.
But all my Devices to get it into the Water fail’d me; —
tho’ they cost me infinite Labour too. —
It lay about one hundred Yards from the Water, and not more: —
But the first Inconvenience was, it was up Hill towards the Creek; —
well, to take away this Discouragement, I resolv’d to dig into the Surface of the Earth, and so make a Declivity: —
This I begun, and it cost me a prodigious deal of Pains; —
but who grutches Pains, that have their Deliverance in View: —
But then this was work’d through, and this Difficulty manag’d, it was still much at one; —
for I could no more stir the Canoe, than I could the other Boat.
Then I measur’d the Distance of Ground, and resolv’d 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 began 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 Foot Deep; —
so at length, tho’ with great Reluctancy, I gave this Attempt over also.
This griev’d me heartily, and now I saw, tho’ 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.
In the middle of this Work, I finish’d 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 gain’d a different Knowledge from what I had before. —
I entertain’d different Notions of Things. —
I look’d 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 look’d as we may perhaps look upon it hereafter, viz. —
as a Place I had liv’d in, but was come out of it; —
and well might I say, as Father Abraham to Dives, Between me and thee is a great Gulph fix’d.
In the first Place, I was remov’d 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 I had all that I was now capable of enjoying: —
I was Lord of the whole Mannor; —
or if I pleas’d, I might call my self 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 rais’d Ship Loadings of Corn; —
but I had no use for it; so I let as little grow as I thought enough for my Occasion.