With Illustrations by H. M. Brock
London
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CHAPTER III—WRECKED ON A DESERT ISLAND
CHAPTER IV—FIRST WEEKS ON THE ISLAND
CHAPTER V—BUILDS A HOUSE—THE JOURNAL
CHAPTER VI—ILL AND CONSCIENCE-STRICKEN
CHAPTER VII—AGRICULTURAL EXPERIENCE
CHAPTER VIII—SURVEYS HIS POSITION
CHAPTER XI—FINDS PRINT OF MAN’S FOOT ON THE SAND
CHAPTER XIII—WRECK OF A SPANISH SHIP
CHAPTER XVI—RESCUE OF PRISONERS FROM CANNIBALS
CHAPTER XVII—VISIT OF MUTINEERS
CHAPTER XVIII—THE SHIP RECOVERED
CHAPTER XX—FIGHT BETWEEN FRIDAY AND A BEAR
I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though notof that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first atHull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, livedafterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations werenamed Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was calledRobinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we arenow called—nay we call ourselves and write our name—Crusoe; and somy companions always called me.
I had two elder brothers, one of whom was lieutenant-colonel to an Englishregiment of foot in Flanders, formerly commanded by the famous ColonelLockhart, and was killed at the battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards. Whatbecame of my second brother I never knew, any more than my father or motherknew what became of me.
Being the third son of the family and not bred to any trade, my head began tobe filled very early with rambling thoughts. My father, who was very ancient,had given me a competent share of learning, as far as house-education and acountry free school generally go, and designed me for the law; but I would besatisfied with nothing but going to sea; and my inclination to this led me sostrongly against the will, nay, the commands of my father, and against all theentreaties and persuasions of my mother and other friends, that there seemed tobe something fatal in that propensity of nature, tending directly to the lifeof misery which was to befall me.
My father, a wise and grave man, gave me serious and excellent counsel againstwhat he foresaw was my design. He called me one morning into his chamber, wherehe was confined by the gout, and expostulated very warmly with me upon thissubject. He