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Wrecked on a desert island
Inaword,Ihadnothingaboutmebutaknife,atobacco-pipe,andalittletobaccoinabox. Thiswasallmyprovision; andthisthrewmeintoterribleagoniesofmind,thatforawhileIranaboutlikeamadman. Nightcominguponme,Ibegan,withaheavyheart,toconsiderwhatwouldbemylotiftherewereanyravenousbeastsinthatcountry,seeingatnighttheyalwayscomeabroadfortheirprey.
Alltheremedythatofferedtomythoughtsatthattimewastogetupintoathickbushytreelikeafir,butthorny,whichgrewnearme,andwhereIresolvedtositallnight,andconsiderthenextdaywhatdeathIshoulddie,forasyetIsawnoprospectoflife. IwalkedaboutafurlongfromtheshoretoseeifIcouldfindmyfreshwatertodrink,whichIdid,tomygreatjoy; havingdrank,andputalittletobaccoinmymouthtopreventhunger,Iwenttothetree,andgettingupintoit,endeavoredtoplacemyselfsoasthatifIshouldsleepImightnotfall; andhavingcutmeashortstick,likeatruncheon,formydefence,Itookupmylodging,andhavingbeenexcessivelyfatigued,Ifellfastasleep, andsleptascomfortablyas,Ibelieve,fewcouldhavedoneinmycondition,andfoundmyselfthemostrefreshedwithitthatIthinkIeverwasonsuchanoccasion.
