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Wrecked on a desert island
anddonotwondernowatthecustom,viz.,thatwhenamalefactor,whohasthehalterabouthisneck,istiedup,andjustgoingtobeturnedoff,andhasareprievebroughttohim —Isay,Idonotwonderthattheybringasurgeonwithit,tolethimbloodthatverymomenttheytellhimofit,thatthesurprisemaynotdrivetheanimalspiritsfromtheheart,andoverwhelmhim:
"Forsuddenjoys,likegriefs, confoundatfirst."
Iwalkedaboutontheshore,liftingupmyhands,andmywholebeing,asImaysay,wraptupinthecontemplationofmydeliverance,makingathousandgesturesandmotionswhichIcannotdescribe, reflectinguponallmycomradesthatweredrowned,andthatthereshouldnotbeonesoulsavedbymyself; for,asforthem,Ineversawthemafterwards,oranysignofthemexceptthreeoftheirhats,onecap,andtwoshoesthatwerenotfellows.
Icastmyeyestothestrandedvessel,whenthebreachandfrothoftheseabeingsobig,Icouldhardlyseeit,itlaysofaroff,andconsidered, Lord!howwasitpossibleIcouldgetonshore?
AfterIhadsolacedmymindwiththecomfortablepartofmycondition,IbegantolookroundmetoseewhatkindofplaceIwasin,andwhatwasnexttobedone, andIsoonfoundmycomfortsabate,andthat,inaword,Ihadadreadfuldeliverance; forIwaswet,hadnoclothestoshiftme,noranythingeithertoeatordrinktocomfortme,neitherdidIseeanyprospectbeforemebutthatofperishingwithhunger,ofbeingdevouredbywildbeasts; andthatwhichwasparticularlyafflictingtomewasthatIhadnoweaponeithertohuntandkillanycreatureformysustenance,ortodefendmyselfagainstanyothercreaturethatmightdesiretokillmefortheirs.
