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           Once,whenIcouldnotreachtheyard,andnow,thesecondtime,whenthesefishersturnedadeafeartomycries.ButthistimeIweptandroaredlikeawickedchild,tearinguptheturfwithmynails,andgrindingmyfaceintheearth.Ifawishwouldkillmen,thosetwofisherswouldneverhaveseenmorning,andIshouldlikelyhavedieduponmyisland.

           WhenIwasalittleovermyanger,Imusteatagain,butwithsuchloathingofthemessasIcouldnowscarcecontrol.Sureenough,Ishouldhavedoneaswelltofast,formyfishespoisonedmeagain.Ihadallmyfirstpains;mythroatwassosoreIcouldscarceswallow;Ihadafitofstrongshuddering,whichcluckedmyteethtogether;andtherecameonmethatdreadfulsenseofillness,whichwehavenonameforeitherinScotchorEnglish.IthoughtIshouldhavedied,andmademypeacewithGod,forgivingallmen,evenmyuncleandthefishers;andassoonasIhadthusmadeupmymindtotheworst,clearnesscameuponme;Iobservedthenightwasfallingdry;myclothesweredriedagooddeal;truly,Iwasinabettercasethaneverbefore,sinceIhadlandedontheisle;andsoIgottosleepatlast,withathoughtofgratitude.

           Thenextday(whichwasthefourthofthishorriblelifeofmine)Ifoundmybodilystrengthrunverylow.Butthesunshone,theairwassweet,andwhatImanagedtoeatoftheshell-fishagreedwellwithmeandrevivedmycourage.