<h2>CHAPTER V—BUILDS A HOUSE—THE JOURNAL</h2>
<p>September 30, 1659.—I, poor miserable Robinson Crusoe,
being shipwrecked during a dreadful storm in the offing, came on
shore on this dismal, unfortunate island, which I called
“The Island of Despair”; all the rest of the
ship’s company being drowned, and myself almost dead.</p>
<p>All the rest of the day I spent in afflicting myself at the
dismal circumstances I was brought to—viz. I had neither
food, house, clothes, weapon, nor place to fly to; and in despair
of any relief, saw nothing but death before me—either that
I should be devoured by wild beasts, murdered by savages, or
starved to death for want of food. At the approach of night
I slept in a tree, for fear of wild creatures; but slept soundly,
though it rained all night.</p>
<p><i>October</i> 1.—In the morning I saw, to my great
surprise, the ship had floated with the high tide, and was driven
on shore again much nearer the island; which, as it was some
comfort, on one hand—for, seeing her set upright, and not
broken to pieces, I hoped, if the wind abated, I might get on
board, and get some food and necessaries out of her for my
relief—so, on the other hand, it renewed my grief at the
loss of my comrades, who, I imagined, if we had all stayed on
board, might have saved the ship, or, at least, that they would
not have been all drowned as they were; and that, had the men
been saved, we might perhaps have built us a boat out of the
ruins of the ship to have carried us to some other part of the
world. I spent great part of this day in perplexing myself
on these things; but at length, seeing the ship almost dry, I
went upon the sand as near as I could, and then swam on
board. This day also it continued raining, though with no
wind at all.</p>
<p><i>From the 1st of October to the 24th</i>.—All these
days entirely spent in many several voyages to get all I could
out of the ship, which I brought on shore every tide of flood
upon rafts. Much rain also in the days, though with some
intervals of fair weather; but it seems this was the rainy
season.</p>
<p><i>Oct.</i> 20.—I overset my raft, and all the goods I
had got upon it; but, being in shoal water, and the things being
chiefly heavy, I recovered many of them when the tide was
out.</p>
<p><i>Oct.</i> 25.—It rained all night and all day, with
some gusts of wind; during which time the ship broke in pieces,
the wind blowing a little harder than before, and was no more to
be seen, except the wreck of her, and that only at low
water. I spent this day in covering and securing the goods
which I had saved, that the rain might not spoil them.</p>
<p><i>Oct.</i> 26.—I walked about the shore almost all day,
to find out a place to fix my habitation, greatly concerned to
secure myself from any attack in the night, either from wild
beasts or men. Towards night, I fixed upon a proper place,
under a rock, and marked out a semicircle for my encampment;
which I resolved to strengthen with a work, wall, or
fortification, made of double piles, lined within with cables,
and without with turf.</p>
<p>From the 26th to the 30th I worked very hard in carrying all
my goods to my new habitation, though some part of the time it
rained exceedingly hard.</p>
<p>The 31st, in the morning, I went out into the island with my
gun, to seek for some food, and discover the country; when I
killed a she-goat, and her kid followed me home, which I
afterwards killed also, because it would not feed.</p>
<p><i>November</i> 1.—I set up my tent under a rock, and
lay there for the first night; making it as large as I could,
with stakes driven in to swing my hammock upon.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 2.—I set up all my chests and boards, and
the pieces of timber which made my rafts, and with them formed a
fence round me, a little within the place I had marked out for my
fortification.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 3.—I went out with my gun, and killed two
fowls like ducks, which were very good food. In the
afternoon went to work to make me a table.</p>
<p><i>Nov</i>. 4.—This morning I began to order my times of
work, of going out with my gun, time of sleep, and time of
diversion—viz. every morning I walked out with my gun for
two or three hours, if it did not rain; then employed myself to
work till about eleven o’clock; then eat what I had to live
on; and from twelve to two I lay down to sleep, the weather being
excessively hot; and then, in the evening, to work again.
The working part of this day and of the next were wholly employed
in making my table, for I was yet but a very sorry workman,
though time and necessity made me a complete natural mechanic
soon after, as I believe they would do any one else.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 5.—This day went abroad with my gun and my
dog, and killed a wild cat; her skin pretty soft, but her flesh
good for nothing; every creature that I killed I took of the
skins and preserved them. Coming back by the sea-shore, I
saw many sorts of sea-fowls, which I did not understand; but was
surprised, and almost frightened, with two or three seals, which,
while I was gazing at, not well knowing what they were, got into
the sea, and escaped me for that time.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 6.—After my morning walk I went to work with
my table again, and finished it, though not to my liking; nor was
it long before I learned to mend it.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 7.—Now it began to be settled fair
weather. The 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, and part of the 12th (for
the 11th was Sunday) I took wholly up to make me a chair, and
with much ado brought it to a tolerable shape, but never to
please me; and even in the making I pulled it in pieces several
times.</p>
<p><i>Note</i>.—I soon neglected my keeping Sundays; for,
omitting my mark for them on my post, I forgot which was
which.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 13.—This day it rained, which refreshed me
exceedingly, and cooled the earth; but it was accompanied with
terrible thunder and lightning, which frightened me dreadfully,
for fear of my powder. As soon as it was over, I resolved
to separate my stock of powder into as many little parcels as
possible, that it might not be in danger.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 14, 15, 16.—These three days I spent in
making little square chests, or boxes, which might hold about a
pound, or two pounds at most, of powder; and so, putting the
powder in, I stowed it in places as secure and remote from one
another as possible. On one of these three days I killed a
large bird that was good to eat, but I knew not what to call
it.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 17.—This day I began to dig behind my tent
into the rock, to make room for my further conveniency.</p>
<p><i>Note</i>.—Three things I wanted exceedingly for this
work—viz. a pickaxe, a shovel, and a wheelbarrow or basket;
so I desisted from my work, and began to consider how to supply
that want, and make me some tools. As for the pickaxe, I
made use of the iron crows, which were proper enough, though
heavy; but the next thing was a shovel or spade; this was so
absolutely necessary, that, indeed, I could do nothing
effectually without it; but what kind of one to make I knew
not.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 18.—The next day, in searching the woods, I
found a tree of that wood, or like it, which in the Brazils they
call the iron-tree, for its exceeding hardness. Of this,
with great labour, and almost spoiling my axe, I cut a piece, and
brought it home, too, with difficulty enough, for it was
exceeding heavy. The excessive hardness of the wood, and my
having no other way, made me a long while upon this machine, for
I worked it effectually by little and little into the form of a
shovel or spade; the handle exactly shaped like ours in England,
only that the board part having no iron shod upon it at bottom,
it would not last me so long; however, it served well enough for
the uses which I had occasion to put it to; but never was a
shovel, I believe, made after that fashion, or so long in
making.</p>
<p>I was still deficient, for I wanted a basket or a
wheelbarrow. A basket I could not make by any means, having
no such things as twigs that would bend to make
wicker-ware—at least, none yet found out; and as to a
wheelbarrow, I fancied I could make all but the wheel; but that I
had no notion of; neither did I know how to go about it; besides,
I had no possible way to make the iron gudgeons for the spindle
or axis of the wheel to run in; so I gave it over, and so, for
carrying away the earth which I dug out of the cave, I made me a
thing like a hod which the labourers carry mortar in when they
serve the bricklayers. This was not so difficult to me as
the making the shovel: and yet this and the shovel, and the
attempt which I made in vain to make a wheelbarrow, took me up no
less than four days—I mean always excepting my morning walk
with my gun, which I seldom failed, and very seldom failed also
bringing home something fit to eat.</p>
<p><i>Nov.</i> 23.—My other work having now stood still,
because of my making these tools, when they were finished I went
on, and working every day, as my strength and time allowed, I
spent eighteen days entirely in widening and deepening my cave,
that it might hold my goods commodiously.</p>
<p><i>Note</i>.—During all this time I worked to make this
room or cave spacious enough to accommodate me as a warehouse or
magazine, a kitchen, a dining-room, and a cellar. As for my
lodging, I kept to the tent; except that sometimes, in the wet
season of the year, it rained so hard that I could not keep
myself dry, which caused me afterwards to cover all my place
within my pale with long poles, in the form of rafters, leaning
against the rock, and load them with flags and large leaves of
trees, like a thatch.</p>
<p><i>December</i> 10.—I began now to think my cave or
vault finished, when on a sudden (it seems I had made it too
large) a great quantity of earth fell down from the top on one
side; so much that, in short, it frighted me, and not without
reason, too, for if I had been under it, I had never wanted a
gravedigger. I had now a great deal of work to do over
again, for I had the loose earth to carry out; and, which was of
more importance, I had the ceiling to prop up, so that I might be
sure no more would come down.</p>
<p><i>Dec</i>. 11.—This day I went to work with it
accordingly, and got two shores or posts pitched upright to the
top, with two pieces of boards across over each post; this I
finished the next day; and setting more posts up with boards, in
about a week more I had the roof secured, and the posts, standing
in rows, served me for partitions to part off the house.</p>
<p><i>Dec.</i> 17.—From this day to the 20th I placed
shelves, and knocked up nails on the posts, to hang everything up
that could be hung up; and now I began to be in some order within
doors.</p>
<p><i>Dec.</i> 20.—Now I carried everything into the cave,
and began to furnish my house, and set up some pieces of boards
like a dresser, to order my victuals upon; but boards began to be
very scarce with me; also, I made me another table.</p>
<p><i>Dec.</i> 24.—Much rain all night and all day.
No stirring out.</p>
<p><i>Dec.</i> 25.—Rain all day.</p>
<p><i>Dec.</i> 26.—No rain, and the earth much cooler than
before, and pleasanter.</p>
<p><i>Dec.</i> 27.—Killed a young goat, and lamed another,
so that I caught it and led it home in a string; when I had it at
home, I bound and splintered up its leg, which was broke.</p>
<p><i>N.B.</i>—I took such care of it that it lived, and
the leg grew well and as strong as ever; but, by my nursing it so
long, it grew tame, and fed upon the little green at my door, and
would not go away. This was the first time that I
entertained a thought of breeding up some tame creatures, that I
might have food when my powder and shot was all spent.</p>
<p><i>Dec.</i> 28,29,30,31.—Great heats, and no breeze, so
that there was no stirring abroad, except in the evening, for
food; this time I spent in putting all my things in order within
doors.</p>
<p><i>January</i> 1.—Very hot still: but I went abroad
early and late with my gun, and lay still in the middle of the
day. This evening, going farther into the valleys which lay
towards the centre of the island, I found there were plenty of
goats, though exceedingly shy, and hard to come at; however, I
resolved to try if I could not bring my dog to hunt them
down.</p>
<p><i>Jan.</i> 2.—Accordingly, the next day I went out with
my dog, and set him upon the goats, but I was mistaken, for they
all faced about upon the dog, and he knew his danger too well,
for he would not come near them.</p>
<p><i>Jan.</i> 3.—I began my fence or wall; which, being
still jealous of my being attacked by somebody, I resolved to
make very thick and strong.</p>
<p><i>N.B.</i>—This wall being described before, I
purposely omit what was said in the journal; it is sufficient to
observe, that I was no less time than from the 2nd of January to
the 14th of April working, finishing, and perfecting this wall,
though it was no more than about twenty-four yards in length,
being a half-circle from one place in the rock to another place,
about eight yards from it, the door of the cave being in the
centre behind it.</p>
<p>All this time I worked very hard, the rains hindering me many
days, nay, sometimes weeks together; but I thought I should never
be perfectly secure till this wall was finished; and it is scarce
credible what inexpressible labour everything was done with,
especially the bringing piles out of the woods and driving them
into the ground; for I made them much bigger than I needed to
have done.</p>
<p>When this wall was finished, and the outside double fenced,
with a turf wall raised up close to it, I perceived myself that
if any people were to come on shore there, they would not
perceive anything like a habitation; and it was very well I did
so, as may be observed hereafter, upon a very remarkable
occasion.</p>
<p>During this time I made my rounds in the woods for game every
day when the rain permitted me, and made frequent discoveries in
these walks of something or other to my advantage; particularly,
I found a kind of wild pigeons, which build, not as wood-pigeons
in a tree, but rather as house-pigeons, in the holes of the
rocks; and taking some young ones, I endeavoured to breed them up
tame, and did so; but when they grew older they flew away, which
perhaps was at first for want of feeding them, for I had nothing
to give them; however, I frequently found their nests, and got
their young ones, which were very good meat. And now, in
the managing my household affairs, I found myself wanting in many
things, which I thought at first it was impossible for me to
make; as, indeed, with some of them it was: for instance, I could
never make a cask to be hooped. I had a small runlet or
two, as I observed before; but I could never arrive at the
capacity of making one by them, though I spent many weeks about
it; I could neither put in the heads, or join the staves so true
to one another as to make them hold water; so I gave that also
over. In the next place, I was at a great loss for candles;
so that as soon as ever it was dark, which was generally by seven
o’clock, I was obliged to go to bed. I remembered the
lump of beeswax with which I made candles in my African
adventure; but I had none of that now; the only remedy I had was,
that when I had killed a goat I saved the tallow, and with a
little dish made of clay, which I baked in the sun, to which I
added a wick of some oakum, I made me a lamp; and this gave me
light, though not a clear, steady light, like a candle. In
the middle of all my labours it happened that, rummaging my
things, I found a little bag which, as I hinted before, had been
filled with corn for the feeding of poultry—not for this
voyage, but before, as I suppose, when the ship came from
Lisbon. The little remainder of corn that had been in the
bag was all devoured by the rats, and I saw nothing in the bag
but husks and dust; and being willing to have the bag for some
other use (I think it was to put powder in, when I divided it for
fear of the lightning, or some such use), I shook the husks of
corn out of it on one side of my fortification, under the
rock.</p>
<p>It was a little before the great rains just now mentioned that
I threw this stuff away, taking no notice, and not so much as
remembering that I had thrown anything there, when, about a month
after, or thereabouts, I saw some few stalks of something green
shooting out of the ground, which I fancied might be some plant I
had not seen; but I was surprised, and perfectly astonished,
when, after a little longer time, I saw about ten or twelve ears
come out, which were perfect green barley, of the same kind as
our European—nay, as our English barley.</p>
<p>It is impossible to express the astonishment and confusion of
my thoughts on this occasion. I had hitherto acted upon no
religious foundation at all; indeed, I had very few notions of
religion in my head, nor had entertained any sense of anything
that had befallen me otherwise than as chance, or, as we lightly
say, what pleases God, without so much as inquiring into the end
of Providence in these things, or His order in governing events
for the world. But after I saw barley grow there, in a
climate which I knew was not proper for corn, and especially that
I knew not how it came there, it startled me strangely, and I
began to suggest that God had miraculously caused His grain to
grow without any help of seed sown, and that it was so directed
purely for my sustenance on that wild, miserable place.</p>
<p>This touched my heart a little, and brought tears out of my
eyes, and I began to bless myself that such a prodigy of nature
should happen upon my account; and this was the more strange to
me, because I saw near it still, all along by the side of the
rock, some other straggling stalks, which proved to be stalks of
rice, and which I knew, because I had seen it grow in Africa when
I was ashore there.</p>
<p>I not only thought these the pure productions of Providence
for my support, but not doubting that there was more in the
place, I went all over that part of the island, where I had been
before, peering in every corner, and under every rock, to see for
more of it, but I could not find any. At last it occurred
to my thoughts that I shook a bag of chickens’ meat out in
that place; and then the wonder began to cease; and I must
confess my religious thankfulness to God’s providence began
to abate, too, upon the discovering that all this was nothing but
what was common; though I ought to have been as thankful for so
strange and unforeseen a providence as if it had been miraculous;
for it was really the work of Providence to me, that should order
or appoint that ten or twelve grains of corn should remain
unspoiled, when the rats had destroyed all the rest, as if it had
been dropped from heaven; as also, that I should throw it out in
that particular place, where, it being in the shade of a high
rock, it sprang up immediately; whereas, if I had thrown it
anywhere else at that time, it had been burnt up and
destroyed.</p>
<p>I carefully saved the ears of this corn, you may be sure, in
their season, which was about the end of June; and, laying up
every corn, I resolved to sow them all again, hoping in time to
have some quantity sufficient to supply me with bread. But
it was not till the fourth year that I could allow myself the
least grain of this corn to eat, and even then but sparingly, as
I shall say afterwards, in its order; for I lost all that I sowed
the first season by not observing the proper time; for I sowed it
just before the dry season, so that it never came up at all, at
least not as it would have done; of which in its place.</p>
<p>Besides this barley, there were, as above, twenty or thirty
stalks of rice, which I preserved with the same care and for the
same use, or to the same purpose—to make me bread, or
rather food; for I found ways to cook it without baking, though I
did that also after some time.</p>
<p>But to return to my Journal.</p>
<p>I worked excessive hard these three or four months to get my
wall done; and the 14th of April I closed it up, contriving to go
into it, not by a door but over the wall, by a ladder, that there
might be no sign on the outside of my habitation.</p>
<p><i>April</i> 16.—I finished the ladder; so I went up the
ladder to the top, and then pulled it up after me, and let it
down in the inside. This was a complete enclosure to me;
for within I had room enough, and nothing could come at me from
without, unless it could first mount my wall.</p>
<p>The very next day after this wall was finished I had almost
had all my labour overthrown at once, and myself killed.
The case was thus: As I was busy in the inside, behind my tent,
just at the entrance into my cave, I was terribly frighted with a
most dreadful, surprising thing indeed; for all on a sudden I
found the earth come crumbling down from the roof of my cave, and
from the edge of the hill over my head, and two of the posts I
had set up in the cave cracked in a frightful manner. I was
heartily scared; but thought nothing of what was really the
cause, only thinking that the top of my cave was fallen in, as
some of it had done before: and for fear I should be buried in it
I ran forward to my ladder, and not thinking myself safe there
neither, I got over my wall for fear of the pieces of the hill,
which I expected might roll down upon me. I had no sooner
stepped do ground, than I plainly saw it was a terrible
earthquake, for the ground I stood on shook three times at about
eight minutes’ distance, with three such shocks as would
have overturned the strongest building that could be supposed to
have stood on the earth; and a great piece of the top of a rock
which stood about half a mile from me next the sea fell down with
such a terrible noise as I never heard in all my life. I
perceived also the very sea was put into violent motion by it;
and I believe the shocks were stronger under the water than on
the island.</p>
<p>I was so much amazed with the thing itself, having never felt
the like, nor discoursed with any one that had, that I was like
one dead or stupefied; and the motion of the earth made my
stomach sick, like one that was tossed at sea; but the noise of
the falling of the rock awakened me, as it were, and rousing me
from the stupefied condition I was in, filled me with horror; and
I thought of nothing then but the hill falling upon my tent and
all my household goods, and burying all at once; and this sunk my
very soul within me a second time.</p>
<p>After the third shock was over, and I felt no more for some
time, I began to take courage; and yet I had not heart enough to
go over my wall again, for fear of being buried alive, but sat
still upon the ground greatly cast down and disconsolate, not
knowing what to do. All this while I had not the least
serious religious thought; nothing but the common “Lord
have mercy upon me!” and when it was over that went away
too.</p>
<p>While I sat thus, I found the air overcast and grow cloudy, as
if it would rain. Soon after that the wind arose by little
and little, so that in less than half-an-hour it blew a most
dreadful hurricane; the sea was all on a sudden covered over with
foam and froth; the shore was covered with the breach of the
water, the trees were torn up by the roots, and a terrible storm
it was. This held about three hours, and then began to
abate; and in two hours more it was quite calm, and began to rain
very hard. All this while I sat upon the ground very much
terrified and dejected; when on a sudden it came into my
thoughts, that these winds and rain being the consequences of the
earthquake, the earthquake itself was spent and over, and I might
venture into my cave again. With this thought my spirits
began to revive; and the rain also helping to persuade me, I went
in and sat down in my tent. But the rain was so violent
that my tent was ready to be beaten down with it; and I was
forced to go into my cave, though very much afraid and uneasy,
for fear it should fall on my head. This violent rain
forced me to a new work—viz. to cut a hole through my new
fortification, like a sink, to let the water go out, which would
else have flooded my cave. After I had been in my cave for
some time, and found still no more shocks of the earthquake
follow, I began to be more composed. And now, to support my
spirits, which indeed wanted it very much, I went to my little
store, and took a small sup of rum; which, however, I did then
and always very sparingly, knowing I could have no more when that
was gone. It continued raining all that night and great
part of the next day, so that I could not stir abroad; but my
mind being more composed, I began to think of what I had best do;
concluding that if the island was subject to these earthquakes,
there would be no living for me in a cave, but I must consider of
building a little hut in an open place which I might surround
with a wall, as I had done here, and so make myself secure from
wild beasts or men; for I concluded, if I stayed where I was, I
should certainly one time or other be buried alive.</p>
<p>With these thoughts, I resolved to remove my tent from the
place where it stood, which was just under the hanging precipice
of the hill; and which, if it should be shaken again, would
certainly fall upon my tent; and I spent the two next days, being
the 19th and 20th of April, in contriving where and how to remove
my habitation. The fear of being swallowed up alive made me
that I never slept in quiet; and yet the apprehension of lying
abroad without any fence was almost equal to it; but still, when
I looked about, and saw how everything was put in order, how
pleasantly concealed I was, and how safe from danger, it made me
very loath to remove. In the meantime, it occurred to me
that it would require a vast deal of time for me to do this, and
that I must be contented to venture where I was, till I had
formed a camp for myself, and had secured it so as to remove to
it. So with this resolution I composed myself for a time,
and resolved that I would go to work with all speed to build me a
wall with piles and cables, &c., in a circle, as before, and
set my tent up in it when it was finished; but that I would
venture to stay where I was till it was finished, and fit to
remove. This was the 21st.</p>
<p><i>April</i> 22.—The next morning I begin to consider of
means to put this resolve into execution; but I was at a great
loss about my tools. I had three large axes, and abundance
of hatchets (for we carried the hatchets for traffic with the
Indians); but with much chopping and cutting knotty hard wood,
they were all full of notches, and dull; and though I had a
grindstone, I could not turn it and grind my tools too.
This cost me as much thought as a statesman would have bestowed
upon a grand point of politics, or a judge upon the life and
death of a man. At length I contrived a wheel with a
string, to turn it with my foot, that I might have both my hands
at liberty. <i>Note</i>.—I had never seen any such
thing in England, or at least, not to take notice how it was
done, though since I have observed, it is very common there;
besides that, my grindstone was very large and heavy. This
machine cost me a full week’s work to bring it to
perfection.</p>
<p><i>April</i> 28, 29.—These two whole days I took up in
grinding my tools, my machine for turning my grindstone
performing very well.</p>
<p><i>April</i> 30.—Having perceived my bread had been low
a great while, now I took a survey of it, and reduced myself to
one biscuit cake a day, which made my heart very heavy.</p>
<p><i>May</i> 1.—In the morning, looking towards the sea
side, the tide being low, I saw something lie on the shore bigger
than ordinary, and it looked like a cask; when I came to it, I
found a small barrel, and two or three pieces of the wreck of the
ship, which were driven on shore by the late hurricane; and
looking towards the wreck itself, I thought it seemed to lie
higher out of the water than it used to do. I examined the
barrel which was driven on shore, and soon found it was a barrel
of gunpowder; but it had taken water, and the powder was caked as
hard as a stone; however, I rolled it farther on shore for the
present, and went on upon the sands, as near as I could to the
wreck of the ship, to look for more.</p>
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