<h2>CHAPTER X—TAMES GOATS</h2>
<p>I cannot say that after this, for five years, any
extraordinary thing happened to me, but I lived on in the same
course, in the same posture and place, as before; the chief
things I was employed in, besides my yearly labour of planting my
barley and rice, and curing my raisins, of both which I always
kept up just enough to have sufficient stock of one year’s
provisions beforehand; I say, besides this yearly labour, and my
daily pursuit of going out with my gun, I had one labour, to make
a canoe, which at last I finished: so that, by digging a canal to
it of six feet wide and four feet deep, I brought it into the
creek, almost half a mile. As for the first, which was so
vastly big, for I made it without considering beforehand, as I
ought to have done, how I should be able to launch it, so, never
being able to bring it into the water, or bring the water to it,
I was obliged to let it lie where it was as a memorandum to teach
me to be wiser the next time: indeed, the next time, though I
could not get a tree proper for it, and was in a place where I
could not get the water to it at any less distance than, as I
have said, near half a mile, yet, as I saw it was practicable at
last, I never gave it over; and though I was near two years about
it, yet I never grudged my labour, in hopes of having a boat to
go off to sea at last.</p>
<p>However, though my little periagua was finished, yet the size
of it was not at all answerable to the design which I had in view
when I made the first; I mean of venturing over to the <i>terra
firma</i>, where it was above forty miles broad; accordingly, the
smallness of my boat assisted to put an end to that design, and
now I thought no more of it. As I had a boat, my next
design was to make a cruise round the island; for as I had been
on the other side in one place, crossing, as I have already
described it, over the land, so the discoveries I made in that
little journey made me very eager to see other parts of the
coast; and now I had a boat, I thought of nothing but sailing
round the island.</p>
<p>For this purpose, that I might do everything with discretion
and consideration, I fitted up a little mast in my boat, and made
a sail too out of some of the pieces of the ship’s sails
which lay in store, and of which I had a great stock by me.
Having fitted my mast and sail, and tried the boat, I found she
would sail very well; then I made little lockers or boxes at each
end of my boat, to put provisions, necessaries, ammunition,
&c., into, to be kept dry, either from rain or the spray of
the sea; and a little, long, hollow place I cut in the inside of
the boat, where I could lay my gun, making a flap to hang down
over it to keep it dry.</p>
<p>I fixed my umbrella also in the step at the stern, like a
mast, to stand over my head, and keep the heat of the sun off me,
like an awning; and thus I every now and then took a little
voyage upon the sea, but never went far out, nor far from the
little creek. At last, being eager to view the
circumference of my little kingdom, I resolved upon my cruise;
and accordingly I victualled my ship for the voyage, putting in
two dozen of loaves (cakes I should call them) of barley-bread,
an earthen pot full of parched rice (a food I ate a good deal
of), a little bottle of rum, half a goat, and powder and shot for
killing more, and two large watch-coats, of those which, as I
mentioned before, I had saved out of the seamen’s chests;
these I took, one to lie upon, and the other to cover me in the
night.</p>
<p>It was the 6th of November, in the sixth year of my
reign—or my captivity, which you please—that I set
out on this voyage, and I found it much longer than I expected;
for though the island itself was not very large, yet when I came
to the east side of it, I found a great ledge of rocks lie out
about two leagues into the sea, some above water, some under it;
and beyond that a shoal of sand, lying dry half a league more, so
that I was obliged to go a great way out to sea to double the
point.</p>
<p>When I first discovered them, I was going to give over my
enterprise, and come back again, not knowing how far it might
oblige me to go out to sea; and above all, doubting how I should
get back again: so I came to an anchor; for I had made a kind of
an anchor with a piece of a broken grappling which I got out of
the ship.</p>
<p>Having secured my boat, I took my gun and went on shore,
climbing up a hill, which seemed to overlook that point where I
saw the full extent of it, and resolved to venture.</p>
<p>In my viewing the sea from that hill where I stood, I
perceived a strong, and indeed a most furious current, which ran
to the east, and even came close to the point; and I took the
more notice of it because I saw there might be some danger that
when I came into it I might be carried out to sea by the strength
of it, and not be able to make the island again; and indeed, had
I not got first upon this hill, I believe it would have been so;
for there was the same current on the other side the island, only
that it set off at a further distance, and I saw there was a
strong eddy under the shore; so I had nothing to do but to get
out of the first current, and I should presently be in an
eddy.</p>
<p>I lay here, however, two days, because the wind blowing pretty
fresh at ESE., and that being just contrary to the current, made
a great breach of the sea upon the point: so that it was not safe
for me to keep too close to the shore for the breach, nor to go
too far off, because of the stream.</p>
<p>The third day, in the morning, the wind having abated
overnight, the sea was calm, and I ventured: but I am a warning
to all rash and ignorant pilots; for no sooner was I come to the
point, when I was not even my boat’s length from the shore,
but I found myself in a great depth of water, and a current like
the sluice of a mill; it carried my boat along with it with such
violence that all I could do could not keep her so much as on the
edge of it; but I found it hurried me farther and farther out
from the eddy, which was on my left hand. There was no wind
stirring to help me, and all I could do with my paddles signified
nothing: and now I began to give myself over for lost; for as the
current was on both sides of the island, I knew in a few leagues
distance they must join again, and then I was irrecoverably gone;
nor did I see any possibility of avoiding it; so that I had no
prospect before me but of perishing, not by the sea, for that was
calm enough, but of starving from hunger. I had, indeed,
found a tortoise on the shore, as big almost as I could lift, and
had tossed it into the boat; and I had a great jar of fresh
water, that is to say, one of my earthen pots; but what was all
this to being driven into the vast ocean, where, to be sure,
there was no shore, no mainland or island, for a thousand leagues
at least?</p>
<p>And now I saw how easy it was for the providence of God to
make even the most miserable condition of mankind worse.
Now I looked back upon my desolate, solitary island as the most
pleasant place in the world and all the happiness my heart could
wish for was to be but there again. I stretched out my
hands to it, with eager wishes—“O happy
desert!” said I, “I shall never see thee more.
O miserable creature! whither am going?” Then I
reproached myself with my unthankful temper, and that I had
repined at my solitary condition; and now what would I give to be
on shore there again! Thus, we never see the true state of
our condition till it is illustrated to us by its contraries, nor
know how to value what we enjoy, but by the want of it. It
is scarcely possible to imagine the consternation I was now in,
being driven from my beloved island (for so it appeared to me now
to be) into the wide ocean, almost two leagues, and in the utmost
despair of ever recovering it again. However, I worked hard
till, indeed, my strength was almost exhausted, and kept my boat
as much to the northward, that is, towards the side of the
current which the eddy lay on, as possibly I could; when about
noon, as the sun passed the meridian, I thought I felt a little
breeze of wind in my face, springing up from SSE. This
cheered my heart a little, and especially when, in about
half-an-hour more, it blew a pretty gentle gale. By this
time I had got at a frightful distance from the island, and had
the least cloudy or hazy weather intervened, I had been undone
another way, too; for I had no compass on board, and should never
have known how to have steered towards the island, if I had but
once lost sight of it; but the weather continuing clear, I
applied myself to get up my mast again, and spread my sail,
standing away to the north as much as possible, to get out of the
current.</p>
<p>Just as I had set my mast and sail, and the boat began to
stretch away, I saw even by the clearness of the water some
alteration of the current was near; for where the current was so
strong the water was foul; but perceiving the water clear, I
found the current abate; and presently I found to the east, at
about half a mile, a breach of the sea upon some rocks: these
rocks I found caused the current to part again, and as the main
stress of it ran away more southerly, leaving the rocks to the
north-east, so the other returned by the repulse of the rocks,
and made a strong eddy, which ran back again to the north-west,
with a very sharp stream.</p>
<p>They who know what it is to have a reprieve brought to them
upon the ladder, or to be rescued from thieves just going to
murder them, or who have been in such extremities, may guess what
my present surprise of joy was, and how gladly I put my boat into
the stream of this eddy; and the wind also freshening, how gladly
I spread my sail to it, running cheerfully before the wind, and
with a strong tide or eddy underfoot.</p>
<p>This eddy carried me about a league on my way back again,
directly towards the island, but about two leagues more to the
northward than the current which carried me away at first; so
that when I came near the island, I found myself open to the
northern shore of it, that is to say, the other end of the
island, opposite to that which I went out from.</p>
<p>When I had made something more than a league of way by the
help of this current or eddy, I found it was spent, and served me
no further. However, I found that being between two great
currents—viz. that on the south side, which had hurried me
away, and that on the north, which lay about a league on the
other side; I say, between these two, in the wake of the island,
I found the water at least still, and running no way; and having
still a breeze of wind fair for me, I kept on steering directly
for the island, though not making such fresh way as I did
before.</p>
<p>About four o’clock in the evening, being then within a
league of the island, I found the point of the rocks which
occasioned this disaster stretching out, as is described before,
to the southward, and casting off the current more southerly,
had, of course, made another eddy to the north; and this I found
very strong, but not directly setting the way my course lay,
which was due west, but almost full north. However, having
a fresh gale, I stretched across this eddy, slanting north-west;
and in about an hour came within about a mile of the shore,
where, it being smooth water, I soon got to land.</p>
<p>When I was on shore, God I fell on my knees and gave God
thanks for my deliverance, resolving to lay aside all thoughts of
my deliverance by my boat; and refreshing myself with such things
as I had, I brought my boat close to the shore, in a little cove
that I had spied under some trees, and laid me down to sleep,
being quite spent with the labour and fatigue of the voyage.</p>
<p>I was now at a great loss which way to get home with my
boat! I had run so much hazard, and knew too much of the
case, to think of attempting it by the way I went out; and what
might be at the other side (I mean the west side) I knew not, nor
had I any mind to run any more ventures; so I resolved on the
next morning to make my way westward along the shore, and to see
if there was no creek where I might lay up my frigate in safety,
so as to have her again if I wanted her. In about three
miles or thereabouts, coasting the shore, I came to a very good
inlet or bay, about a mile over, which narrowed till it came to a
very little rivulet or brook, where I found a very convenient
harbour for my boat, and where she lay as if she had been in a
little dock made on purpose for her. Here I put in, and
having stowed my boat very safe, I went on shore to look about
me, and see where I was.</p>
<p>I soon found I had but a little passed by the place where I
had been before, when I travelled on foot to that shore; so
taking nothing out of my boat but my gun and umbrella, for it was
exceedingly hot, I began my march. The way was comfortable
enough after such a voyage as I had been upon, and I reached my
old bower in the evening, where I found everything standing as I
left it; for I always kept it in good order, being, as I said
before, my country house.</p>
<p>I got over the fence, and laid me down in the shade to rest my
limbs, for I was very weary, and fell asleep; but judge you, if
you can, that read my story, what a surprise I must be in when I
was awaked out of my sleep by a voice calling me by my name
several times, “Robin, Robin, Robin Crusoe: poor Robin
Crusoe! Where are you, Robin Crusoe? Where are
you? Where have you been?”</p>
<p>I was so dead asleep at first, being fatigued with rowing, or
part of the day, and with walking the latter part, that I did not
wake thoroughly; but dozing thought I dreamed that somebody spoke
to me; but as the voice continued to repeat, “Robin Crusoe,
Robin Crusoe,” at last I began to wake more perfectly, and
was at first dreadfully frightened, and started up in the utmost
consternation; but no sooner were my eyes open, but I saw my Poll
sitting on the top of the hedge; and immediately knew that it was
he that spoke to me; for just in such bemoaning language I had
used to talk to him and teach him; and he had learned it so
perfectly that he would sit upon my finger, and lay his bill
close to my face and cry, “Poor Robin Crusoe! Where
are you? Where have you been? How came you
here?” and such things as I had taught him.</p>
<p>However, even though I knew it was the parrot, and that indeed
it could be nobody else, it was a good while before I could
compose myself. First, I was amazed how the creature got
thither; and then, how he should just keep about the place, and
nowhere else; but as I was well satisfied it could be nobody but
honest Poll, I got over it; and holding out my hand, and calling
him by his name, “Poll,” the sociable creature came
to me, and sat upon my thumb, as he used to do, and continued
talking to me, “Poor Robin Crusoe! and how did I come here?
and where had I been?” just as if he had been overjoyed to
see me again; and so I carried him home along with me.</p>
<p>I had now had enough of rambling to sea for some time, and had
enough to do for many days to sit still and reflect upon the
danger I had been in. I would have been very glad to have
had my boat again on my side of the island; but I knew not how it
was practicable to get it about. As to the east side of the
island, which I had gone round, I knew well enough there was no
venturing that way; my very heart would shrink, and my very blood
run chill, but to think of it; and as to the other side of the
island, I did not know how it might be there; but supposing the
current ran with the same force against the shore at the east as
it passed by it on the other, I might run the same risk of being
driven down the stream, and carried by the island, as I had been
before of being carried away from it: so with these thoughts, I
contented myself to be without any boat, though it had been the
product of so many months’ labour to make it, and of so
many more to get it into the sea.</p>
<p>In this government of my temper I remained near a year; and
lived a very sedate, retired life, as you may well suppose; and
my thoughts being very much composed as to my condition, and
fully comforted in resigning myself to the dispositions of
Providence, I thought I lived really very happily in all things
except that of society.</p>
<p>I improved myself in this time in all the mechanic exercises
which my necessities put me upon applying myself to; and I
believe I should, upon occasion, have made a very good carpenter,
especially considering how few tools I had.</p>
<p>Besides this, I arrived at an unexpected perfection in my
earthenware, and contrived well enough to make them with a wheel,
which I found infinitely easier and better; because I made things
round and shaped, which before were filthy things indeed to look
on. But I think I was never more vain of my own
performance, or more joyful for anything I found out, than for my
being able to make a tobacco-pipe; and though it was a very ugly,
clumsy thing when it was done, and only burned red, like other
earthenware, yet as it was hard and firm, and would draw the
smoke, I was exceedingly comforted with it, for I had been always
used to smoke; and there were pipes in the ship, but I forgot
them at first, not thinking there was tobacco in the island; and
afterwards, when I searched the ship again, I could not come at
any pipes.</p>
<p>In my wicker-ware also I improved much, and made abundance of
necessary baskets, as well as my invention showed me; though not
very handsome, yet they were such as were very handy and
convenient for laying things up in, or fetching things
home. For example, if I killed a goat abroad, I could hang
it up in a tree, flay it, dress it, and cut it in pieces, and
bring it home in a basket; and the like by a turtle; I could cut
it up, take out the eggs and a piece or two of the flesh, which
was enough for me, and bring them home in a basket, and leave the
rest behind me. Also, large deep baskets were the receivers
of my corn, which I always rubbed out as soon as it was dry and
cured, and kept it in great baskets.</p>
<p>I began now to perceive my powder abated considerably; this
was a want which it was impossible for me to supply, and I began
seriously to consider what I must do when I should have no more
powder; that is to say, how I should kill any goats. I had,
as is observed in the third year of my being here, kept a young
kid, and bred her up tame, and I was in hopes of getting a
he-goat; but I could not by any means bring it to pass, till my
kid grew an old goat; and as I could never find in my heart to
kill her, she died at last of mere age.</p>
<p>But being now in the eleventh year of my residence, and, as I
have said, my ammunition growing low, I set myself to study some
art to trap and snare the goats, to see whether I could not catch
some of them alive; and particularly I wanted a she-goat great
with young. For this purpose I made snares to hamper them;
and I do believe they were more than once taken in them; but my
tackle was not good, for I had no wire, and I always found them
broken and my bait devoured. At length I resolved to try a
pitfall; so I dug several large pits in the earth, in places
where I had observed the goats used to feed, and over those pits
I placed hurdles of my own making too, with a great weight upon
them; and several times I put ears of barley and dry rice without
setting the trap; and I could easily perceive that the goats had
gone in and eaten up the corn, for I could see the marks of their
feet. At length I set three traps in one night, and going
the next morning I found them, all standing, and yet the bait
eaten and gone; this was very discouraging. However, I
altered my traps; and not to trouble you with particulars, going
one morning to see my traps, I found in one of them a large old
he-goat; and in one of the others three kids, a male and two
females.</p>
<p>As to the old one, I knew not what to do with him; he was so
fierce I durst not go into the pit to him; that is to say, to
bring him away alive, which was what I wanted. I could have
killed him, but that was not my business, nor would it answer my
end; so I even let him out, and he ran away as if he had been
frightened out of his wits. But I did not then know what I
afterwards learned, that hunger will tame a lion. If I had
let him stay three or four days without food, and then have
carried him some water to drink and then a little corn, he would
have been as tame as one of the kids; for they are mighty
sagacious, tractable creatures, where they are well used.</p>
<p>However, for the present I let him go, knowing no better at
that time: then I went to the three kids, and taking them one by
one, I tied them with strings together, and with some difficulty
brought them all home.</p>
<p>It was a good while before they would feed; but throwing them
some sweet corn, it tempted them, and they began to be
tame. And now I found that if I expected to supply myself
with goats’ flesh, when I had no powder or shot left,
breeding some up tame was my only way, when, perhaps, I might
have them about my house like a flock of sheep. But then it
occurred to me that I must keep the tame from the wild, or else
they would always run wild when they grew up; and the only way
for this was to have some enclosed piece of ground, well fenced
either with hedge or pale, to keep them in so effectually, that
those within might not break out, or those without break in.</p>
<p>This was a great undertaking for one pair of hands yet, as I
saw there was an absolute necessity for doing it, my first work
was to find out a proper piece of ground, where there was likely
to be herbage for them to eat, water for them to drink, and cover
to keep them from the sun.</p>
<p>Those who understand such enclosures will think I had very
little contrivance when I pitched upon a place very proper for
all these (being a plain, open piece of meadow land, or savannah,
as our people call it in the western colonies), which had two or
three little drills of fresh water in it, and at one end was very
woody—I say, they will smile at my forecast, when I shall
tell them I began by enclosing this piece of ground in such a
manner that, my hedge or pale must have been at least two miles
about. Nor was the madness of it so great as to the
compass, for if it was ten miles about, I was like to have time
enough to do it in; but I did not consider that my goats would be
as wild in so much compass as if they had had the whole island,
and I should have so much room to chase them in that I should
never catch them.</p>
<p>My hedge was begun and carried on, I believe, about fifty
yards when this thought occurred to me; so I presently stopped
short, and, for the beginning, I resolved to enclose a piece of
about one hundred and fifty yards in length, and one hundred
yards in breadth, which, as it would maintain as many as I should
have in any reasonable time, so, as my stock increased, I could
add more ground to my enclosure.</p>
<p>This was acting with some prudence, and I went to work with
courage. I was about three months hedging in the first
piece; and, till I had done it, I tethered the three kids in the
best part of it, and used them to feed as near me as possible, to
make them familiar; and very often I would go and carry them some
ears of barley, or a handful of rice, and feed them out of my
hand; so that after my enclosure was finished and I let them
loose, they would follow me up and down, bleating after me for a
handful of corn.</p>
<p>This answered my end, and in about a year and a half I had a
flock of about twelve goats, kids and all; and in two years more
I had three-and-forty, besides several that I took and killed for
my food. After that, I enclosed five several pieces of
ground to feed them in, with little pens to drive them to take
them as I wanted, and gates out of one piece of ground into
another.</p>
<p>But this was not all; for now I not only had goat’s
flesh to feed on when I pleased, but milk too—a thing
which, indeed, in the beginning, I did not so much as think of,
and which, when it came into my thoughts, was really an agreeable
surprise, for now I set up my dairy, and had sometimes a gallon
or two of milk in a day. And as Nature, who gives supplies
of food to every creature, dictates even naturally how to make
use of it, so I, that had never milked a cow, much less a goat,
or seen butter or cheese made only when I was a boy, after a
great many essays and miscarriages, made both butter and cheese
at last, also salt (though I found it partly made to my hand by
the heat of the sun upon some of the rocks of the sea), and never
wanted it afterwards. How mercifully can our Creator treat
His creatures, even in those conditions in which they seemed to
be overwhelmed in destruction! How can He sweeten the
bitterest providences, and give us cause to praise Him for
dungeons and prisons! What a table was here spread for me
in the wilderness, where I saw nothing at first but to perish for
hunger!</p>
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