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<h1>THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE</h1>
<h2>CHAPTER I—REVISITS ISLAND</h2>
<p>That homely proverb, used on so many occasions in England,
viz. “That what is bred in the bone will not go out of the
flesh,” was never more verified than in the story of my
Life. Any one would think that after thirty-five
years’ affliction, and a variety of unhappy circumstances,
which few men, if any, ever went through before, and after near
seven years of peace and enjoyment in the fulness of all things;
grown old, and when, if ever, it might be allowed me to have had
experience of every state of middle life, and to know which was
most adapted to make a man completely happy; I say, after all
this, any one would have thought that the native propensity to
rambling which I gave an account of in my first setting out in
the world to have been so predominant in my thoughts, should be
worn out, and I might, at sixty one years of age, have been a
little inclined to stay at home, and have done venturing life and
fortune any more.</p>
<p>Nay, farther, the common motive of foreign adventures was
taken away in me, for I had no fortune to make; I had nothing to
seek: if I had gained ten thousand pounds I had been no richer;
for I had already sufficient for me, and for those I had to leave
it to; and what I had was visibly increasing; for, having no
great family, I could not spend the income of what I had unless I
would set up for an expensive way of living, such as a great
family, servants, equipage, gaiety, and the like, which were
things I had no notion of, or inclination to; so that I had
nothing, indeed, to do but to sit still, and fully enjoy what I
had got, and see it increase daily upon my hands. Yet all
these things had no effect upon me, or at least not enough to
resist the strong inclination I had to go abroad again, which
hung about me like a chronic distemper. In particular, the
desire of seeing my new plantation in the island, and the colony
I left there, ran in my head continually. I dreamed of it
all night, and my imagination ran upon it all day: it was
uppermost in all my thoughts, and my fancy worked so steadily and
strongly upon it that I talked of it in my sleep; in short,
nothing could remove it out of my mind: it even broke so
violently into all my discourses that it made my conversation
tiresome, for I could talk of nothing else; all my discourse ran
into it, even to impertinence; and I saw it myself.</p>
<p>I have often heard persons of good judgment say that all the
stir that people make in the world about ghosts and apparitions
is owing to the strength of imagination, and the powerful
operation of fancy in their minds; that there is no such thing as
a spirit appearing, or a ghost walking; that people’s
poring affectionately upon the past conversation of their
deceased friends so realises it to them that they are capable of
fancying, upon some extraordinary circumstances, that they see
them, talk to them, and are answered by them, when, in truth,
there is nothing but shadow and vapour in the thing, and they
really know nothing of the matter.</p>
<p>For my part, I know not to this hour whether there are any
such things as real apparitions, spectres, or walking of people
after they are dead; or whether there is anything in the stories
they tell us of that kind more than the product of vapours, sick
minds, and wandering fancies: but this I know, that my
imagination worked up to such a height, and brought me into such
excess of vapours, or what else I may call it, that I actually
supposed myself often upon the spot, at my old castle, behind the
trees; saw my old Spaniard, Friday’s father, and the
reprobate sailors I left upon the island; nay, I fancied I talked
with them, and looked at them steadily, though I was broad awake,
as at persons just before me; and this I did till I often
frightened myself with the images my fancy represented to
me. One time, in my sleep, I had the villainy of the three
pirate sailors so lively related to me by the first Spaniard, and
Friday’s father, that it was surprising: they told me how
they barbarously attempted to murder all the Spaniards, and that
they set fire to the provisions they had laid up, on purpose to
distress and starve them; things that I had never heard of, and
that, indeed, were never all of them true in fact: but it was so
warm in my imagination, and so realised to me, that, to the hour
I saw them, I could not be persuaded but that it was or would be
true; also how I resented it, when the Spaniard complained to me;
and how I brought them to justice, tried them, and ordered them
all three to be hanged. What there was really in this shall
be seen in its place; for however I came to form such things in
my dream, and what secret converse of spirits injected it, yet
there was, I say, much of it true. I own that this dream
had nothing in it literally and specifically true; but the
general part was so true—the base; villainous behaviour of
these three hardened rogues was such, and had been so much worse
than all I can describe, that the dream had too much similitude
of the fact; and as I would afterwards have punished them
severely, so, if I had hanged them all, I had been much in the
right, and even should have been justified both by the laws of
God and man.</p>
<p>But to return to my story. In this kind of temper I
lived some years; I had no enjoyment of my life, no pleasant
hours, no agreeable diversion but what had something or other of
this in it; so that my wife, who saw my mind wholly bent upon it,
told me very seriously one night that she believed there was some
secret, powerful impulse of Providence upon me, which had
determined me to go thither again; and that she found nothing
hindered me going but my being engaged to a wife and
children. She told me that it was true she could not think
of parting with me: but as she was assured that if she was dead
it would be the first thing I would do, so, as it seemed to her
that the thing was determined above, she would not be the only
obstruction; for, if I thought fit and resolved to go—[Here
she found me very intent upon her words, and that I looked very
earnestly at her, so that it a little disordered her, and she
stopped. I asked her why she did not go on, and say out
what she was going to say? But I perceived that her heart
was too full, and some tears stood in her eyes.]
“Speak out, my dear,” said I; “are you willing
I should go?”—“No,” says she, very
affectionately, “I am far from willing; but if you are
resolved to go,” says she, “rather than I would be
the only hindrance, I will go with you: for though I think it a
most preposterous thing for one of your years, and in your
condition, yet, if it must be,” said she, again weeping,
“I would not leave you; for if it be of Heaven you must do
it, there is no resisting it; and if Heaven make it your duty to
go, He will also make it mine to go with you, or otherwise
dispose of me, that I may not obstruct it.”</p>
<p>This affectionate behaviour of my wife’s brought me a
little out of the vapours, and I began to consider what I was
doing; I corrected my wandering fancy, and began to argue with
myself sedately what business I had after threescore years, and
after such a life of tedious sufferings and disasters, and closed
in so happy and easy a manner; I, say, what business had I to
rush into new hazards, and put myself upon adventures fit only
for youth and poverty to run into?</p>
<p>With those thoughts I considered my new engagement; that I had
a wife, one child born, and my wife then great with child of
another; that I had all the world could give me, and had no need
to seek hazard for gain; that I was declining in years, and ought
to think rather of leaving what I had gained than of seeking to
increase it; that as to what my wife had said of its being an
impulse from Heaven, and that it should be my duty to go, I had
no notion of that; so, after many of these cogitations, I
struggled with the power of my imagination, reasoned myself out
of it, as I believe people may always do in like cases if they
will: in a word, I conquered it, composed myself with such
arguments as occurred to my thoughts, and which my present
condition furnished me plentifully with; and particularly, as the
most effectual method, I resolved to divert myself with other
things, and to engage in some business that might effectually tie
me up from any more excursions of this kind; for I found that
thing return upon me chiefly when I was idle, and had nothing to
do, nor anything of moment immediately before me. To this
purpose, I bought a little farm in the county of Bedford, and
resolved to remove myself thither. I had a little
convenient house upon it, and the land about it, I found, was
capable of great improvement; and it was many ways suited to my
inclination, which delighted in cultivating, managing, planting,
and improving of land; and particularly, being an inland country,
I was removed from conversing among sailors and things relating
to the remote parts of the world. I went down to my farm,
settled my family, bought ploughs, harrows, a cart,
waggon-horses, cows, and sheep, and, setting seriously to work,
became in one half-year a mere country gentleman. My
thoughts were entirely taken up in managing my servants,
cultivating the ground, enclosing, planting, &c.; and I
lived, as I thought, the most agreeable life that nature was
capable of directing, or that a man always bred to misfortunes
was capable of retreating to.</p>
<p>I farmed upon my own land; I had no rent to pay, was limited
by no articles; I could pull up or cut down as I pleased; what I
planted was for myself, and what I improved was for my family;
and having thus left off the thoughts of wandering, I had not the
least discomfort in any part of life as to this world. Now
I thought, indeed, that I enjoyed the middle state of life which
my father so earnestly recommended to me, and lived a kind of
heavenly life, something like what is described by the poet, upon
the subject of a country life:—</p>
<blockquote><p>“Free from vices, free from care,<br/>
Age has no pain, and youth no snare.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>But in the middle of all this felicity, one blow from unseen
Providence unhinged me at once; and not only made a breach upon
me inevitable and incurable, but drove me, by its consequences,
into a deep relapse of the wandering disposition, which, as I may
say, being born in my very blood, soon recovered its hold of me;
and, like the returns of a violent distemper, came on with an
irresistible force upon me. This blow was the loss of my
wife. It is not my business here to write an elegy upon my
wife, give a character of her particular virtues, and make my
court to the sex by the flattery of a funeral sermon. She
was, in a few words, the stay of all my affairs; the centre of
all my enterprises; the engine that, by her prudence, reduced me
to that happy compass I was in, from the most extravagant and
ruinous project that filled my head, and did more to guide my
rambling genius than a mother’s tears, a father’s
instructions, a friend’s counsel, or all my own reasoning
powers could do. I was happy in listening to her, and in
being moved by her entreaties; and to the last degree desolate
and dislocated in the world by the loss of her.</p>
<p>When she was gone, the world looked awkwardly round me.
I was as much a stranger in it, in my thoughts, as I was in the
Brazils, when I first went on shore there; and as much alone,
except for the assistance of servants, as I was in my
island. I knew neither what to think nor what to do.
I saw the world busy around me: one part labouring for bread,
another part squandering in vile excesses or empty pleasures, but
equally miserable because the end they proposed still fled from
them; for the men of pleasure every day surfeited of their vice,
and heaped up work for sorrow and repentance; and the men of
labour spent their strength in daily struggling for bread to
maintain the vital strength they laboured with: so living in a
daily circulation of sorrow, living but to work, and working but
to live, as if daily bread were the only end of wearisome life,
and a wearisome life the only occasion of daily bread.</p>
<p>This put me in mind of the life I lived in my kingdom, the
island; where I suffered no more corn to grow, because I did not
want it; and bred no more goats, because I had no more use for
them; where the money lay in the drawer till it grew mouldy, and
had scarce the favour to be looked upon in twenty years.
All these things, had I improved them as I ought to have done,
and as reason and religion had dictated to me, would have taught
me to search farther than human enjoyments for a full felicity;
and that there was something which certainly was the reason and
end of life superior to all these things, and which was either to
be possessed, or at least hoped for, on this side of the
grave.</p>
<p>But my sage counsellor was gone; I was like a ship without a
pilot, that could only run afore the wind. My thoughts ran
all away again into the old affair; my head was quite turned with
the whimsies of foreign adventures; and all the pleasant,
innocent amusements of my farm, my garden, my cattle, and my
family, which before entirely possessed me, were nothing to me,
had no relish, and were like music to one that has no ear, or
food to one that has no taste. In a word, I resolved to
leave off housekeeping, let my farm, and return to London; and in
a few months after I did so.</p>
<p>When I came to London, I was still as uneasy as I was before;
I had no relish for the place, no employment in it, nothing to do
but to saunter about like an idle person, of whom it may be said
he is perfectly useless in God’s creation, and it is not
one farthing’s matter to the rest of his kind whether he be
dead or alive. This also was the thing which, of all
circumstances of life, was the most my aversion, who had been all
my days used to an active life; and I would often say to myself,
“A state of idleness is the very dregs of life;” and,
indeed, I thought I was much more suitably employed when I was
twenty-six days making a deal board.</p>
<p>It was now the beginning of the year 1693, when my nephew,
whom, as I have observed before, I had brought up to the sea, and
had made him commander of a ship, was come home from a short
voyage to Bilbao, being the first he had made. He came to
me, and told me that some merchants of his acquaintance had been
proposing to him to go a voyage for them to the East Indies, and
to China, as private traders. “And now, uncle,”
says he, “if you will go to sea with me, I will engage to
land you upon your old habitation in the island; for we are to
touch at the Brazils.”</p>
<p>Nothing can be a greater demonstration of a future state, and
of the existence of an invisible world, than the concurrence of
second causes with the idea of things which we form in our minds,
perfectly reserved, and not communicated to any in the world.</p>
<p>My nephew knew nothing how far my distemper of wandering was
returned upon me, and I knew nothing of what he had in his
thought to say, when that very morning, before he came to me, I
had, in a great deal of confusion of thought, and revolving every
part of my circumstances in my mind, come to this resolution,
that I would go to Lisbon, and consult with my old sea-captain;
and if it was rational and practicable, I would go and see the
island again, and what was become of my people there. I had
pleased myself with the thoughts of peopling the place, and
carrying inhabitants from hence, getting a patent for the
possession and I know not what; when, in the middle of all this,
in comes my nephew, as I have said, with his project of carrying
me thither in his way to the East Indies.</p>
<p>I paused a while at his words, and looking steadily at him,
“What devil,” said I, “sent you on this unlucky
errand?” My nephew stared as if he had been
frightened at first; but perceiving that I was not much
displeased at the proposal, he recovered himself. “I
hope it may not be an unlucky proposal, sir,” says
he. “I daresay you would be pleased to see your new
colony there, where you once reigned with more felicity than most
of your brother monarchs in the world.” In a word,
the scheme hit so exactly with my temper, that is to say, the
prepossession I was under, and of which I have said so much, that
I told him, in a few words, if he agreed with the merchants, I
would go with him; but I told him I would not promise to go any
further than my own island. “Why, sir,” says
he, “you don’t want to be left there again, I
hope?” “But,” said I, “can you not
take me up again on your return?” He told me it would
not be possible to do so; that the merchants would never allow
him to come that way with a laden ship of such value, it being a
month’s sail out of his way, and might be three or
four. “Besides, sir, if I should miscarry,”
said he, “and not return at all, then you would be just
reduced to the condition you were in before.”</p>
<p>This was very rational; but we both found out a remedy for it,
which was to carry a framed sloop on board the ship, which, being
taken in pieces, might, by the help of some carpenters, whom we
agreed to carry with us, be set up again in the island, and
finished fit to go to sea in a few days. I was not long
resolving, for indeed the importunities of my nephew joined so
effectually with my inclination that nothing could oppose me; on
the other hand, my wife being dead, none concerned themselves so
much for me as to persuade me one way or the other, except my
ancient good friend the widow, who earnestly struggled with me to
consider my years, my easy circumstances, and the needless
hazards of a long voyage; and above all, my young children.
But it was all to no purpose, I had an irresistible desire for
the voyage; and I told her I thought there was something so
uncommon in the impressions I had upon my mind, that it would be
a kind of resisting Providence if I should attempt to stay at
home; after which she ceased her expostulations, and joined with
me, not only in making provision for my voyage, but also in
settling my family affairs for my absence, and providing for the
education of my children. In order to do this, I made my
will, and settled the estate I had in such a manner for my
children, and placed in such hands, that I was perfectly easy and
satisfied they would have justice done them, whatever might
befall me; and for their education, I left it wholly to the
widow, with a sufficient maintenance to herself for her care: all
which she richly deserved; for no mother could have taken more
care in their education, or understood it better; and as she
lived till I came home, I also lived to thank her for it.</p>
<p>My nephew was ready to sail about the beginning of January
1694-5; and I, with my man Friday, went on board, in the Downs,
the 8th; having, besides that sloop which I mentioned above, a
very considerable cargo of all kinds of necessary things for my
colony, which, if I did not find in good condition, I resolved to
leave so.</p>
<p>First, I carried with me some servants whom I purposed to
place there as inhabitants, or at least to set on work there upon
my account while I stayed, and either to leave them there or
carry them forward, as they should appear willing; particularly,
I carried two carpenters, a smith, and a very handy, ingenious
fellow, who was a cooper by trade, and was also a general
mechanic; for he was dexterous at making wheels and hand-mills to
grind corn, was a good turner and a good pot-maker; he also made
anything that was proper to make of earth or of wood: in a word,
we called him our Jack-of-all-trades. With these I carried
a tailor, who had offered himself to go a passenger to the East
Indies with my nephew, but afterwards consented to stay on our
new plantation, and who proved a most necessary handy fellow as
could be desired in many other businesses besides that of his
trade; for, as I observed formerly, necessity arms us for all
employments.</p>
<p>My cargo, as near as I can recollect, for I have not kept
account of the particulars, consisted of a sufficient quantity of
linen, and some English thin stuffs, for clothing the Spaniards
that I expected to find there; and enough of them, as by my
calculation might comfortably supply them for seven years; if I
remember right, the materials I carried for clothing them, with
gloves, hats, shoes, stockings, and all such things as they could
want for wearing, amounted to about two hundred pounds, including
some beds, bedding, and household stuff, particularly kitchen
utensils, with pots, kettles, pewter, brass, &c.; and near a
hundred pounds more in ironwork, nails, tools of every kind,
staples, hooks, hinges, and every necessary thing I could think
of.</p>
<p>I carried also a hundred spare arms, muskets, and fusees;
besides some pistols, a considerable quantity of shot of all
sizes, three or four tons of lead, and two pieces of brass
cannon; and, because I knew not what time and what extremities I
was providing for, I carried a hundred barrels of powder, besides
swords, cutlasses, and the iron part of some pikes and
halberds. In short, we had a large magazine of all sorts of
store; and I made my nephew carry two small quarter-deck guns
more than he wanted for his ship, to leave behind if there was
occasion; so that when we came there we might build a fort and
man it against all sorts of enemies. Indeed, I at first
thought there would be need enough for all, and much more, if we
hoped to maintain our possession of the island, as shall be seen
in the course of that story.</p>
<p>I had not such bad luck in this voyage as I had been used to
meet with, and therefore shall have the less occasion to
interrupt the reader, who perhaps may be impatient to hear how
matters went with my colony; yet some odd accidents, cross winds
and bad weather happened on this first setting out, which made
the voyage longer than I expected it at first; and I, who had
never made but one voyage, my first voyage to Guinea, in which I
might be said to come back again, as the voyage was at first
designed, began to think the same ill fate attended me, and that
I was born to be never contented with being on shore, and yet to
be always unfortunate at sea. Contrary winds first put us
to the northward, and we were obliged to put in at Galway, in
Ireland, where we lay wind-bound two-and-twenty days; but we had
this satisfaction with the disaster, that provisions were here
exceeding cheap, and in the utmost plenty; so that while we lay
here we never touched the ship’s stores, but rather added
to them. Here, also, I took in several live hogs, and two
cows with their calves, which I resolved, if I had a good
passage, to put on shore in my island; but we found occasion to
dispose otherwise of them.</p>
<p>We set out on the 5th of February from Ireland, and had a very
fair gale of wind for some days. As I remember, it might be
about the 20th of February in the evening late, when the mate,
having the watch, came into the round-house and told us he saw a
flash of fire, and heard a gun fired; and while he was telling us
of it, a boy came in and told us the boatswain heard
another. This made us all run out upon the quarter-deck,
where for a while we heard nothing; but in a few minutes we saw a
very great light, and found that there was some very terrible
fire at a distance; immediately we had recourse to our
reckonings, in which we all agreed that there could be no land
that way in which the fire showed itself, no, not for five
hundred leagues, for it appeared at WNW. Upon this, we
concluded it must be some ship on fire at sea; and as, by our
hearing the noise of guns just before, we concluded that it could
not be far off, we stood directly towards it, and were presently
satisfied we should discover it, because the further we sailed,
the greater the light appeared; though, the weather being hazy,
we could not perceive anything but the light for a while.
In about half-an-hour’s sailing, the wind being fair for
us, though not much of it, and the weather clearing up a little,
we could plainly discern that it was a great ship on fire in the
middle of the sea.</p>
<p>I was most sensibly touched with this disaster, though not at
all acquainted with the persons engaged in it; I presently
recollected my former circumstances, and what condition I was in
when taken up by the Portuguese captain; and how much more
deplorable the circumstances of the poor creatures belonging to
that ship must be, if they had no other ship in company with
them. Upon this I immediately ordered that five guns should
be fired, one soon after another, that, if possible, we might
give notice to them that there was help for them at hand and that
they might endeavour to save themselves in their boat; for though
we could see the flames of the ship, yet they, it being night,
could see nothing of us.</p>
<p>We lay by some time upon this, only driving as the burning
ship drove, waiting for daylight; when, on a sudden, to our great
terror, though we had reason to expect it, the ship blew up in
the air; and in a few minutes all the fire was out, that is to
say, the rest of the ship sunk. This was a terrible, and
indeed an afflicting sight, for the sake of the poor men, who, I
concluded, must be either all destroyed in the ship, or be in the
utmost distress in their boat, in the middle of the ocean; which,
at present, as it was dark, I could not see. However, to
direct them as well as I could, I caused lights to be hung out in
all parts of the ship where we could, and which we had lanterns
for, and kept firing guns all the night long, letting them know
by this that there was a ship not far off.</p>
<p>About eight o’clock in the morning we discovered the
ship’s boats by the help of our perspective glasses, and
found there were two of them, both thronged with people, and deep
in the water. We perceived they rowed, the wind being
against them; that they saw our ship, and did their utmost to
make us see them. We immediately spread our ancient, to let
them know we saw them, and hung a waft out, as a signal for them
to come on board, and then made more sail, standing directly to
them. In little more than half-an-hour we came up with
them; and took them all in, being no less than sixty-four men,
women, and children; for there were a great many passengers.</p>
<p>Upon inquiry we found it was a French merchant ship of
three-hundred tons, home-bound from Quebec. The master gave
us a long account of the distress of his ship; how the fire began
in the steerage by the negligence of the steersman, which, on his
crying out for help, was, as everybody thought, entirely put out;
but they soon found that some sparks of the first fire had got
into some part of the ship so difficult to come at that they
could not effectually quench it; and afterwards getting in
between the timbers, and within the ceiling of the ship, it
proceeded into the hold, and mastered all the skill and all the
application they were able to exert.</p>
<p>They had no more to do then but to get into their boats,
which, to their great comfort, were pretty large; being their
long-boat, and a great shallop, besides a small skiff, which was
of no great service to them, other than to get some fresh water
and provisions into her, after they had secured their lives from
the fire. They had, indeed, small hopes of their lives by
getting into these boats at that distance from any land; only, as
they said, that they thus escaped from the fire, and there was a
possibility that some ship might happen to be at sea, and might
take them in. They had sails, oars, and a compass; and had
as much provision and water as, with sparing it so as to be next
door to starving, might support them about twelve days, in which,
if they had no bad weather and no contrary winds, the captain
said he hoped he might get to the banks of Newfoundland, and
might perhaps take some fish, to sustain them till they might go
on shore. But there were so many chances against them in
all these cases, such as storms, to overset and founder them;
rains and cold, to benumb and perish their limbs; contrary winds,
to keep them out and starve them; that it must have been next to
miraculous if they had escaped.</p>
<p>In the midst of their consternation, every one being hopeless
and ready to despair, the captain, with tears in his eyes, told
me they were on a sudden surprised with the joy of hearing a gun
fire, and after that four more: these were the five guns which I
caused to be fired at first seeing the light. This revived
their hearts, and gave them the notice, which, as above, I
desired it should, that there was a ship at hand for their
help. It was upon the hearing of these guns that they took
down their masts and sails: the sound coming from the windward,
they resolved to lie by till morning. Some time after this,
hearing no more guns, they fired three muskets, one a
considerable while after another; but these, the wind being
contrary, we never heard. Some time after that again they
were still more agreeably surprised with seeing our lights, and
hearing the guns, which, as I have said, I caused to be fired all
the rest of the night. This set them to work with their
oars, to keep their boats ahead, at least that we might the
sooner come up with them; and at last, to their inexpressible
joy, they found we saw them.</p>
<p>It is impossible for me to express the several gestures, the
strange ecstasies, the variety of postures which these poor
delivered people ran into, to express the joy of their souls at
so unexpected a deliverance. Grief and fear are easily
described: sighs, tears, groans, and a very few motions of the
head and hands, make up the sum of its variety; but an excess of
joy, a surprise of joy, has a thousand extravagances in it.
There were some in tears; some raging and tearing themselves, as
if they had been in the greatest agonies of sorrow; some stark
raving and downright lunatic; some ran about the ship stamping
with their feet, others wringing their hands; some were dancing,
some singing, some laughing, more crying, many quite dumb, not
able to speak a word; others sick and vomiting; several swooning
and ready to faint; and a few were crossing themselves and giving
God thanks.</p>
<p>I would not wrong them either; there might be many that were
thankful afterwards; but the passion was too strong for them at
first, and they were not able to master it: then were thrown into
ecstasies, and a kind of frenzy, and it was but a very few that
were composed and serious in their joy. Perhaps also, the
case may have some addition to it from the particular
circumstance of that nation they belonged to: I mean the French,
whose temper is allowed to be more volatile, more passionate, and
more sprightly, and their spirits more fluid than in other
nations. I am not philosopher enough to determine the
cause; but nothing I had ever seen before came up to it.
The ecstasies poor Friday, my trusty savage, was in when he found
his father in the boat came the nearest to it; and the surprise
of the master and his two companions, whom I delivered from the
villains that set them on shore in the island, came a little way
towards it; but nothing was to compare to this, either that I saw
in Friday, or anywhere else in my life.</p>
<p>It is further observable, that these extravagances did not
show themselves in that different manner I have mentioned, in
different persons only; but all the variety would appear, in a
short succession of moments, in one and the same person. A
man that we saw this minute dumb, and, as it were, stupid and
confounded, would the next minute be dancing and hallooing like
an antic; and the next moment be tearing his hair, or pulling his
clothes to pieces, and stamping them under his feet like a
madman; in a few moments after that we would have him all in
tears, then sick, swooning, and, had not immediate help been had,
he would in a few moments have been dead. Thus it was, not
with one or two, or ten or twenty, but with the greatest part of
them; and, if I remember right, our surgeon was obliged to let
blood of about thirty persons.</p>
<p>There were two priests among them: one an old man, and the
other a young man; and that which was strangest was, the oldest
man was the worst. As soon as he set his foot on board our
ship, and saw himself safe, he dropped down stone dead to all
appearance. Not the least sign of life could be perceived
in him; our surgeon immediately applied proper remedies to
recover him, and was the only man in the ship that believed he
was not dead. At length he opened a vein in his arm, having
first chafed and rubbed the part, so as to warm it as much as
possible. Upon this the blood, which only dropped at first,
flowing freely, in three minutes after the man opened his eyes; a
quarter of an hour after that he spoke, grew better, and after
the blood was stopped, he walked about, told us he was perfectly
well, and took a dram of cordial which the surgeon gave
him. About a quarter of an hour after this they came
running into the cabin to the surgeon, who was bleeding a
Frenchwoman that had fainted, and told him the priest was gone
stark mad. It seems he had begun to revolve the change of
his circumstances in his mind, and again this put him into an
ecstasy of joy. His spirits whirled about faster than the
vessels could convey them, the blood grew hot and feverish, and
the man was as fit for Bedlam as any creature that ever was in
it. The surgeon would not bleed him again in that
condition, but gave him something to doze and put him to sleep;
which, after some time, operated upon him, and he awoke next
morning perfectly composed and well. The younger priest
behaved with great command of his passions, and was really an
example of a serious, well-governed mind. At his first
coming on board the ship he threw himself flat on his face,
prostrating himself in thankfulness for his deliverance, in which
I unhappily and unseasonably disturbed him, really thinking he
had been in a swoon; but he spoke calmly, thanked me, told me he
was giving God thanks for his deliverance, begged me to leave him
a few moments, and that, next to his Maker, he would give me
thanks also. I was heartily sorry that I disturbed him, and
not only left him, but kept others from interrupting him
also. He continued in that posture about three minutes, or
little more, after I left him, then came to me, as he had said he
would, and with a great deal of seriousness and affection, but
with tears in his eyes, thanked me, that had, under God, given
him and so many miserable creatures their lives. I told him
I had no need to tell him to thank God for it, rather than me,
for I had seen that he had done that already; but I added that it
was nothing but what reason and humanity dictated to all men, and
that we had as much reason as he to give thanks to God, who had
blessed us so far as to make us the instruments of His mercy to
so many of His creatures. After this the young priest
applied himself to his countrymen, and laboured to compose them:
he persuaded, entreated, argued, reasoned with them, and did his
utmost to keep them within the exercise of their reason; and with
some he had success, though others were for a time out of all
government of themselves.</p>
<p>I cannot help committing this to writing, as perhaps it may be
useful to those into whose hands it may fall, for guiding
themselves in the extravagances of their passions; for if an
excess of joy can carry men out to such a length beyond the reach
of their reason, what will not the extravagances of anger, rage,
and a provoked mind carry us to? And, indeed, here I saw
reason for keeping an exceeding watch over our passions of every
kind, as well those of joy and satisfaction as those of sorrow
and anger.</p>
<p>We were somewhat disordered by these extravagances among our
new guests for the first day; but after they had retired to
lodgings provided for them as well as our ship would allow, and
had slept heartily—as most of them did, being fatigued and
frightened—they were quite another sort of people the next
day. Nothing of good manners, or civil acknowledgments for
the kindness shown them, was wanting; the French, it is known,
are naturally apt enough to exceed that way. The captain
and one of the priests came to me the next day, and desired to
speak with me and my nephew; the commander began to consult with
us what should be done with them; and first, they told us we had
saved their lives, so all they had was little enough for a return
to us for that kindness received. The captain said they had
saved some money and some things of value in their boats, caught
hastily out of the flames, and if we would accept it they were
ordered to make an offer of it all to us; they only desired to be
set on shore somewhere in our way, where, if possible, they might
get a passage to France. My nephew wished to accept their
money at first word, and to consider what to do with them
afterwards; but I overruled him in that part, for I knew what it
was to be set on shore in a strange country; and if the
Portuguese captain that took me up at sea had served me so, and
taken all I had for my deliverance, I must have been starved, or
have been as much a slave at the Brazils as I had been at
Barbary, the mere being sold to a Mahometan excepted; and perhaps
a Portuguese is not a much better master than a Turk, if not in
some cases much worse.</p>
<p>I therefore told the French captain that we had taken them up
in their distress, it was true, but that it was our duty to do
so, as we were fellow-creatures; and we would desire to be so
delivered if we were in the like or any other extremity; that we
had done nothing for them but what we believed they would have
done for us if we had been in their case and they in ours; but
that we took them up to save them, not to plunder them; and it
would be a most barbarous thing to take that little from them
which they had saved out of the fire, and then set them on shore
and leave them; that this would be first to save them from death,
and then kill them ourselves: save them from drowning, and
abandon them to starving; and therefore I would not let the least
thing be taken from them. As to setting them on shore, I
told them indeed that was an exceeding difficulty to us, for that
the ship was bound to the East Indies; and though we were driven
out of our course to the westward a very great way, and perhaps
were directed by Heaven on purpose for their deliverance, yet it
was impossible for us wilfully to change our voyage on their
particular account; nor could my nephew, the captain, answer it
to the freighters, with whom he was under charter to pursue his
voyage by way of Brazil; and all I knew we could do for them was
to put ourselves in the way of meeting with other ships homeward
bound from the West Indies, and get them a passage, if possible,
to England or France.</p>
<p>The first part of the proposal was so generous and kind they
could not but be very thankful for it; but they were in very
great consternation, especially the passengers, at the notion of
being carried away to the East Indies; they then entreated me
that as I was driven so far to the westward before I met with
them, I would at least keep on the same course to the banks of
Newfoundland, where it was probable I might meet with some ship
or sloop that they might hire to carry them back to Canada.</p>
<p>I thought this was but a reasonable request on their part, and
therefore I inclined to agree to it; for indeed I considered that
to carry this whole company to the East Indies would not only be
an intolerable severity upon the poor people, but would be
ruining our whole voyage by devouring all our provisions; so I
thought it no breach of charter-party, but what an unforeseen
accident made absolutely necessary to us, and in which no one
could say we were to blame; for the laws of God and nature would
have forbid that we should refuse to take up two boats full of
people in such a distressed condition; and the nature of the
thing, as well respecting ourselves as the poor people, obliged
us to set them on shore somewhere or other for their
deliverance. So I consented that we would carry them to
Newfoundland, if wind and weather would permit: and if not, I
would carry them to Martinico, in the West Indies.</p>
<p>The wind continued fresh easterly, but the weather pretty
good; and as the winds had continued in the points between NE.
and SE. a long time, we missed several opportunities of sending
them to France; for we met several ships bound to Europe, whereof
two were French, from St. Christopher’s, but they had been
so long beating up against the wind that they durst take in no
passengers, for fear of wanting provisions for the voyage, as
well for themselves as for those they should take in; so we were
obliged to go on. It was about a week after this that we
made the banks of Newfoundland; where, to shorten my story, we
put all our French people on board a bark, which they hired at
sea there, to put them on shore, and afterwards to carry them to
France, if they could get provisions to victual themselves
with. When I say all the French went on shore, I should
remember that the young priest I spoke of, hearing we were bound
to the East Indies, desired to go the voyage with us, and to be
set on shore on the coast of Coromandel; which I readily agreed
to, for I wonderfully liked the man, and had very good reason, as
will appear afterwards; also four of the seamen entered
themselves on our ship, and proved very useful fellows.</p>
<p>From hence we directed our course for the West Indies,
steering away S. and S. by E. for about twenty days together,
sometimes little or no wind at all; when we met with another
subject for our humanity to work upon, almost as deplorable as
that before.</p>
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