Робінзон Крузо
Ill and Conscience–Stricken
June26. —Better; andhavingnovictualstoeat,tookmygun,butfoundmyselfveryweak. However,Ikilledashe-goat,andwithmuchdifficultygotithome,andbroiledsomeofit,andeat. Iwouldfainhavestewedit,andmadesomebroth,buthadnopot.
June27. —TheagueagainsoviolentthatIlayabedallday,andneithereatnordrank. Iwasreadytoperishforthirst;butsoweak,Ihadnotstrengthtostandup,ortogetmyselfanywatertodrink. PrayedtoGodagain,butwaslight-headed;andwhenIwasnot,IwassoignorantthatIknewnotwhattosay;onlyIlayandcried, "Lord,lookuponme!Lord,pityme!Lord,havemercyuponme!" IsupposeIdidnothingelsefortwoorthreehours,tillthefitwearingoff,Ifellasleepanddidnotwaketillfarinthenight. WhenIwaked,Ifoundmyselfmuchrefreshed,butweak,andexceedinglythirsty.However,asIhadnowaterinmywholehabitation,Iwasforcedtolietillmorning,andwenttosleepagain. InthissecondsleepIhadthisterribledream.
IthoughtthatIwassittingontheground,ontheoutsideofmywall,whereIsatwhenthestormblewaftertheearthquake,andthatIsawamandescendfromagreatblackcloud,inabrightflameoffire,andlightupontheground. Hewasalloverasbrightasaflame,sothatIcouldbutjustbeartolooktowardshim. Hiscountenancewasmostinexpressiblydreadful,impossibleforwordstodescribe. Whenhesteppeduponthegroundwithhisfeet,Ithoughttheearthtrembled,justasithaddonebeforeintheearthquake,andalltheairlooked,tomyapprehension,asifithadbeenfilledwithflashesoffire.
Hewasnosoonerlandedupontheearth,buthemovedforwardtowardsme,withalongspearorweaponinhishand,tokillme; andwhenhecametoarisingground,atsomedistance,hespoketome,orIheardavoicesoterriblethatitisimpossibletoexpresstheterrorofit.
