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I
stood
in
the
rain
,
and
shivered
,
and
wondered
what
to
do
,
till
it
occurred
to
me
that
perhaps
the
creek
was
fordable
.
Back
I
went
to
the
narrowest
point
and
waded
in
.
But
not
three
yards
from
shore
,
I
plumped
in
head
over
ears
;
and
if
ever
I
was
heard
of
more
,
it
was
rather
by
God
's
grace
than
my
own
prudence
.
I
was
no
wetter
(
for
that
could
hardly
be
)
,
but
I
was
all
the
colder
for
this
mishap
;
and
having
lost
another
hope
was
the
more
unhappy
.
And
now
,
all
at
once
,
the
yard
came
in
my
head
.
What
had
carried
me
through
the
roost
would
surely
serve
me
to
cross
this
little
quiet
creek
in
safety
.
With
that
I
set
off
,
undaunted
,
across
the
top
of
the
isle
,
to
fetch
and
carry
it
back
.
It
was
a
weary
tramp
in
all
ways
,
and
if
hope
had
not
buoyed
me
up
,
I
must
have
cast
myself
down
and
given
up
.
Whether
with
the
sea
salt
,
or
because
I
was
growing
fevered
,
I
was
distressed
with
thirst
,
and
had
to
stop
,
as
I
went
,
and
drink
the
peaty
water
out
of
the
hags
.
I
came
to
the
bay
at
last
,
more
dead
than
alive
;
and
at
the
first
glance
,
I
thought
the
yard
was
something
farther
out
than
when
I
left
it
.
In
I
went
,
for
the
third
time
,
into
the
sea
.
The
sand
was
smooth
and
firm
,
and
shelved
gradually
down
,
so
that
I
could
wade
out
till
the
water
was
almost
to
my
neck
and
the
little
waves
splashed
into
my
face
.
But
at
that
depth
my
feet
began
to
leave
me
,
and
I
durst
venture
in
no
farther
.
As
for
the
yard
,
I
saw
it
bobbing
very
quietly
some
twenty
feet
beyond
.
I
had
borne
up
well
until
this
last
disappointment
;
but
at
that
I
came
ashore
,
and
flung
myself
down
upon
the
sands
and
wept
.
The
time
I
spent
upon
the
island
is
still
so
horrible
a
thought
to
me
,
that
I
must
pass
it
lightly
over
.
In
all
the
books
I
have
read
of
people
cast
away
,
they
had
either
their
pockets
full
of
tools
,
or
a
chest
of
things
would
be
thrown
upon
the
beach
along
with
them
,
as
if
on
purpose
.
My
case
was
very
different
.
I
had
nothing
in
my
pockets
but
money
and
Alan
's
silver
button
;
and
being
inland
bred
,
I
was
as
much
short
of
knowledge
as
of
means
.
I
knew
indeed
that
shell-fish
were
counted
good
to
eat
;
and
among
the
rocks
of
the
isle
I
found
a
great
plenty
of
limpets
,
which
at
first
I
could
scarcely
strike
from
their
places
,
not
knowing
quickness
to
be
needful
.
There
were
,
besides
,
some
of
the
little
shells
that
we
call
buckies
;
I
think
periwinkle
is
the
English
name
.
Of
these
two
I
made
my
whole
diet
,
devouring
them
cold
and
raw
as
I
found
them
;
and
so
hungry
was
I
,
that
at
first
they
seemed
to
me
delicious
.
Perhaps
they
were
out
of
season
,
or
perhaps
there
was
something
wrong
in
the
sea
about
my
island
.
But
at
least
I
had
no
sooner
eaten
my
first
meal
than
I
was
seized
with
giddiness
and
retching
,
and
lay
for
a
long
time
no
better
than
dead
.
A
second
trial
of
the
same
food
(
indeed
I
had
no
other
)
did
better
with
me
,
and
revived
my
strength
.
But
as
long
as
I
was
on
the
island
,
I
never
knew
what
to
expect
when
I
had
eaten
;
sometimes
all
was
well
,
and
sometimes
I
was
thrown
into
a
miserable
sickness
;
nor
could
I
ever
distinguish
what
particular
fish
it
was
that
hurt
me
.
All
day
it
streamed
rain
;
the
island
ran
like
a
sop
,
there
was
no
dry
spot
to
be
found
;
and
when
I
lay
down
that
night
,
between
two
boulders
that
made
a
kind
of
roof
,
my
feet
were
in
a
bog
.
