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It
took
me
nine
weeks
.
Other
small
ones
I
also
made
from
time
to
time
.
One
,
that
would
have
contained
eight
gallons
,
developed
a
flaw
when
I
had
worked
seven
weeks
on
it
.
But
it
was
not
until
my
fourth
year
on
the
island
,
when
I
had
become
reconciled
to
the
possibility
that
I
might
continue
to
live
there
for
the
term
of
my
natural
life
,
that
I
created
my
masterpiece
.
It
took
me
eight
months
,
but
it
was
tight
,
and
it
held
upwards
of
thirty
gallons
.
These
stone
vessels
were
a
great
gratification
to
me
--
so
much
so
,
that
at
times
I
forgot
my
humility
and
was
unduly
vain
of
them
.
Truly
,
they
were
more
elegant
to
me
than
was
ever
the
costliest
piece
of
furniture
to
any
queen
.
Also
,
I
made
me
a
small
rock
vessel
,
containing
no
more
than
a
quart
,
with
which
to
convey
water
from
the
catching-places
to
my
large
receptacles
.
When
I
say
that
this
one-quart
vessel
weighed
all
of
two
stone
,
the
reader
will
realize
that
the
mere
gathering
of
the
rainwater
was
no
light
task
.
Thus
,
I
rendered
my
lonely
situation
as
comfortable
as
could
be
expected
.
I
had
completed
me
a
snug
and
secure
shelter
;
and
,
as
to
provision
,
I
had
always
on
hand
a
six
months
'
supply
,
preserved
by
salting
and
drying
.
For
these
things
,
so
essential
to
preserve
life
,
and
which
one
could
scarcely
have
expected
to
obtain
upon
a
desert
island
,
I
was
sensible
that
I
could
not
be
too
thankful
.
Although
denied
the
privilege
of
enjoying
the
society
of
any
human
creature
,
not
even
of
a
dog
or
a
cat
,
I
was
far
more
reconciled
to
my
lot
than
thousands
probably
would
have
been
.
Upon
the
desolate
spot
,
where
fate
had
placed
me
,
I
conceived
myself
far
more
happy
than
many
,
who
,
for
ignominious
crimes
,
were
doomed
to
drag
out
their
lives
in
solitary
confinement
with
conscience
ever
biting
as
a
corrosive
canker
.
However
dreary
my
prospects
,
I
was
not
without
hope
that
that
Providence
,
which
,
at
the
very
moment
when
hunger
threatened
me
with
dissolution
,
and
when
I
might
easily
have
been
engulfed
in
the
maw
of
the
sea
,
had
cast
me
upon
those
barren
rocks
,
would
finally
direct
some
one
to
my
relief
.
If
deprived
of
the
society
of
my
fellow
creatures
,
and
of
the
conveniences
of
life
,
I
could
not
but
reflect
that
my
forlorn
situation
was
yet
attended
with
some
advantages
.
Of
the
whole
island
,
though
small
,
I
had
peaceable
possession
.
No
one
,
it
was
probable
,
would
ever
appear
to
dispute
my
claim
,
unless
it
were
the
amphibious
animals
of
the
ocean
.
Since
the
island
was
almost
inaccessible
,
at
night
my
repose
was
not
disturbed
by
continual
apprehension
of
the
approach
of
cannibals
or
of
beasts
of
prey
.
Again
and
again
I
thanked
God
on
my
knees
for
these
various
and
many
benefactions
.
Yet
is
man
ever
a
strange
and
unaccountable
creature
.
I
,
who
had
asked
of
God
's
mercy
no
more
than
putrid
meat
to
eat
and
a
sufficiency
of
water
not
too
brackish
,
was
no
sooner
blessed
with
an
abundance
of
cured
meat
and
sweet
water
than
I
began
to
know
discontent
with
my
lot
.
I
began
to
want
fire
,
and
the
savour
of
cooked
meat
in
my
mouth
.
And
continually
I
would
discover
myself
longing
for
certain
delicacies
of
the
palate
such
as
were
part
of
the
common
daily
fare
on
the
home
table
at
Elkton
.
Strive
as
I
would
,
ever
my
fancy
eluded
my
will
and
wantoned
in
day-dreaming
of
the
good
things
I
had
eaten
and
of
the
good
things
I
would
eat
if
ever
I
were
rescued
from
my
lonely
situation
.
It
was
the
old
Adam
in
me
,
I
suppose
--
the
taint
of
that
first
father
who
was
the
first
rebel
against
God
's
commandments
.
Most
strange
is
man
,
ever
insatiable
,
ever
unsatisfied
,
never
at
peace
with
God
or
himself
,
his
days
filled
with
restlessness
and
useless
endeavour
,
his
nights
a
glut
of
vain
dreams
of
desires
wilful
and
wrong
.
Yes
,
and
also
I
was
much
annoyed
by
my
craving
for
tobacco
.
My
sleep
was
often
a
torment
to
me
,
for
it
was
then
that
my
desires
took
licence
to
rove
,
so
that
a
thousand
times
I
dreamed
myself
possessed
of
hogsheads
of
tobacco
--
ay
,
and
of
warehouses
of
tobacco
,
and
of
shiploads
and
of
entire
plantations
of
tobacco
.
But
I
revenged
myself
upon
myself
.
I
prayed
God
unceasingly
for
a
humble
heart
,
and
chastised
my
flesh
with
unremitting
toil
.
Unable
to
improve
my
mind
,
I
determined
to
improve
my
barren
island
.
