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In
the
month
of
March
of
the
sixth
year
of
my
confinement
I
experienced
one
of
the
most
tremendous
storms
that
was
perhaps
ever
witnessed
by
man
.
It
commenced
at
about
nine
in
the
evening
,
with
the
approach
of
black
clouds
and
a
freshening
wind
from
the
south-west
,
which
,
by
eleven
,
had
become
a
hurricane
,
attended
with
incessant
peals
of
thunder
and
the
sharpest
lightning
I
had
ever
witnessed
.
I
was
not
without
apprehension
for
the
safety
of
the
island
.
Over
every
part
the
seas
made
a
clean
breach
,
except
of
the
summit
of
my
pyramid
.
There
the
life
was
nigh
beaten
and
suffocated
out
of
my
body
by
the
drive
of
the
wind
and
spray
.
I
could
not
but
be
sensible
that
my
existence
was
spared
solely
because
of
my
diligence
in
erecting
the
pyramid
and
so
doubling
the
stature
of
the
island
.
Yet
,
in
the
morning
,
I
had
great
reason
for
thankfulness
.
All
my
saved
rainwater
was
turned
brackish
,
save
that
in
my
largest
vessel
which
was
sheltered
in
the
lee
of
the
pyramid
.
By
careful
economy
I
knew
I
had
drink
sufficient
until
the
next
rain
,
no
matter
how
delayed
,
should
fall
.
My
hut
was
quite
washed
out
by
the
seas
,
and
of
my
great
store
of
seal
meat
only
a
wretched
,
pulpy
modicum
remained
.
Nevertheless
I
was
agreeably
surprised
to
find
the
rocks
plentifully
distributed
with
a
sort
of
fish
more
nearly
like
the
mullet
than
any
I
had
ever
observed
.
Of
these
I
picked
up
no
less
than
twelve
hundred
and
nineteen
,
which
I
split
and
cured
in
the
sun
after
the
manner
of
cod
.
This
welcome
change
of
diet
was
not
without
its
consequence
.
I
was
guilty
of
gluttony
,
and
for
all
of
the
succeeding
night
I
was
near
to
death
's
door
.
In
the
seventh
year
of
my
stay
on
the
island
,
in
the
very
same
month
of
March
,
occurred
a
similar
storm
of
great
violence
.
Following
upon
it
,
to
my
astonishment
,
I
found
an
enormous
dead
whale
,
quite
fresh
,
which
had
been
cast
up
high
and
dry
by
the
waves
.
Conceive
my
gratification
when
in
the
bowels
of
the
great
fish
I
found
deeply
imbedded
a
harpoon
of
the
common
sort
with
a
few
fathoms
of
new
line
attached
thereto
.
Thus
were
my
hopes
again
revived
that
I
should
finally
meet
with
an
opportunity
to
quit
the
desolate
island
.
Beyond
doubt
these
seas
were
frequented
by
whalemen
,
and
,
so
long
as
I
kept
up
a
stout
heart
,
sooner
or
later
I
should
be
saved
.
For
seven
years
I
had
lived
on
seal
meat
,
so
that
at
sight
of
the
enormous
plentitude
of
different
and
succulent
food
I
fell
a
victim
to
my
weakness
and
ate
of
such
quantities
that
once
again
I
was
well
nigh
to
dying
.
And
yet
,
after
all
,
this
,
and
the
affair
of
the
small
fish
,
were
mere
indispositions
due
to
the
foreignness
of
the
food
to
my
stomach
,
which
had
learned
to
prosper
on
seal
meat
and
on
nothing
but
seal
meat
.
Of
that
one
whale
I
preserved
a
full
year
's
supply
of
provision
.
Also
,
under
the
sun
's
rays
,
in
the
rock
hollows
,
I
tried
out
much
of
the
oil
,
which
,
with
the
addition
of
salt
,
was
a
welcome
thing
in
which
to
dip
my
strips
of
seal-meat
whilst
dining
.
Out
of
my
precious
rags
of
shirts
I
could
even
have
contrived
a
wick
,
so
that
,
with
the
harpoon
for
steel
and
rock
for
flint
,
I
might
have
had
a
light
at
night
.
But
it
was
a
vain
thing
,
and
I
speedily
forwent
the
thought
of
it
.
I
had
no
need
for
light
when
God
's
darkness
descended
,
for
I
had
schooled
myself
to
sleep
from
sundown
to
sunrise
,
winter
and
summer
.
I
,
Darrell
Standing
,
can
not
refrain
from
breaking
in
on
this
recital
of
an
earlier
existence
in
order
to
note
a
conclusion
of
my
own
.
Since
human
personality
is
a
growth
,
a
sum
of
all
previous
existences
added
together
,
what
possibility
was
there
for
Warden
Atherton
to
break
down
my
spirit
in
the
inquisition
of
solitary
?
I
am
life
that
survived
,
a
structure
builded
up
through
the
ages
of
the
past
--
and
such
a
past
!
What
were
ten
days
and
nights
in
the
jacket
to
me
?
--
to
me
,
who
had
once
been
Daniel
Foss
,
and
for
eight
years
learned
patience
in
that
school
of
rocks
in
the
far
South
Ocean
?
