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Chapter 14
Therewere,besides,someofthelittleshellsthatwecallbuckies;IthinkperiwinkleistheEnglishname.OfthesetwoImademywholediet,devouringthemcoldandrawasIfoundthem;andsohungrywasI,thatatfirsttheyseemedtomedelicious.
Perhapstheywereoutofseason,orperhapstherewassomethingwrongintheseaaboutmyisland.ButatleastIhadnosoonereatenmyfirstmealthanIwasseizedwithgiddinessandretching,andlayforalongtimenobetterthandead.Asecondtrialofthesamefood(indeedIhadnoother)didbetterwithme,andrevivedmystrength.ButaslongasIwasontheisland,IneverknewwhattoexpectwhenIhadeaten;sometimesallwaswell,andsometimesIwasthrownintoamiserablesickness;norcouldIeverdistinguishwhatparticularfishitwasthathurtme.
Alldayitstreamedrain;theislandranlikeasop,therewasnodryspottobefound;andwhenIlaydownthatnight,betweentwobouldersthatmadeakindofroof,myfeetwereinabog.
TheseconddayIcrossedtheislandtoallsides.Therewasnoonepartofitbetterthananother;itwasalldesolateandrocky;nothinglivingonitbutgamebirdswhichIlackedthemeanstokill,andthegullswhichhauntedtheoutlyingrocksinaprodigiousnumber.
