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           butifyouwillnotstrokeyourfacetobetruetome’-thatis,swearbyMahometandhisfather’sbeard-‘Imustthrowyouintotheseatoo.’ Theboysmiledinmyface,andspokesoinnocentlythatIcouldnotdistrusthim,andsworetobefaithfultome,andgoallovertheworldwithme. 

           WhileIwasinviewoftheMoorthatwasswimming,Istoodoutdirectlytoseawiththeboat,ratherstretchingtowindward,thattheymightthinkmegonetowardstheStraits’mouth (asindeedanyonethathadbeenintheirwitsmusthavebeensupposedtodo): forwhowouldhavesupposedweweresailedontothesouthward,tothetrulyBarbariancoast,wherewholenationsofnegroesweresuretosurrounduswiththeircanoesanddestroyus; wherewecouldnotgoonshorebutweshouldbedevouredbysavagebeasts,ormoremercilesssavagesofhumankind. 

           Butassoonasitgrewduskintheevening,Ichangedmycourse,andsteereddirectlysouthandbyeast,bendingmycoursealittletowardstheeast,thatImightkeepinwiththeshore; andhavingafair,freshgaleofwind,andasmooth,quietsea,ImadesuchsailthatIbelievebythenextday,atthreeo’clockintheafternoon,whenIfirstmadetheland,IcouldnotbelessthanonehundredandfiftymilessouthofSallee; quitebeyondtheEmperorofMorocco’sdominions,orindeedofanyotherkingthereabouts,forwesawnopeople. 

           YetsuchwasthefrightIhadtakenoftheMoors,andthedreadfulapprehensionsIhadoffallingintotheirhands,thatIwouldnotstop,orgoonshore,orcometoananchor;thewindcontinuingfairtillIhadsailedinthatmannerfivedays; andthenthewindshiftingtothesouthward,Iconcludedalsothatifanyofourvesselswereinchaseofme,theyalsowouldnowgiveover;