Робинзон Крузо

           inthisagonyofmind,Imademanyvowsandresolutions thatifitwouldpleaseGodtosparemylifeinthisonevoyage, ifeverIgotoncemyfootupondrylandagain, Iwouldgodirectlyhometomyfather,andneversetitintoashipagainwhileIlived; thatIwouldtakehisadvice, andneverrunmyselfintosuchmiseriesastheseanymore. NowIsawplainlythegoodnessofhisobservationsaboutthemiddlestationoflife, howeasy,howcomfortablyhehadlivedallhisdays, andneverhadbeenexposedtotempestsatseaortroublesonshore; andIresolvedthatIwould,likeatruerepentingprodigal,gohometomyfather. 

           Thesewiseandsoberthoughtscontinuedallthewhilethestormlasted, andindeedsometimeafter; butthenextdaythewindwasabated,andtheseacalmer, andIbegantobealittleinuredtoit; however,Iwasverygraveforallthatday, beingalsoalittlesea-sickstill; buttowardsnighttheweatherclearedup,thewindwasquiteover, andacharmingfineeveningfollowed; thesunwentdownperfectlyclear,androsesothenextmorning; andhavinglittleornowind,andasmoothsea, thesunshininguponit,thesightwas,asIthought,themostdelightful thateverIsaw. 

           Ihadsleptwellinthenight, andwasnownomoreseasick, butverycheerful,lookingwithwonderuponthesea thatwassoroughandterriblethedaybefore, andcouldbesocalmandsopleasantinsolittleatimeafter. Andnow,lestmygoodresolutionsshouldcontinue, mycompanion,whohadenticedmeaway,comestome; ‘Well,Bob,’sayshe,clappingmeupontheshoulder, ‘howdoyoudoafterit? Iwarrantyouwerefrighted,wer’n’tyou,lastnight, whenitblewbutacapfulofwind?’ ‘Acapfuld’youcallit?’saidI;‘twasaterriblestorm.’ ‘Astorm,youfoolyou,’replieshe; ‘doyoucallthatastorm? why,itwasnothingatall;